I, Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges, wish to make perfectly clear that I had absolutely nothing to do with what happened. I was across the room, minding my own business. It was Snoopey’s doing. Poor Lady Human.
Me: I think it’s turning blue, right there by my little toes.
Stella: Which foot?
Me: Can’t you see it?
Stella: I don’t see colors all that well. Oh, there! That spot does look different now. I will lick it and make it feel better.
Me: Thanks, but no thanks. That won’t help a bruise.
Stella: Bulldog tongues help everything. And Snoopey is rude and careless. I know she has big feet, but she should keep them under control. No toe stomping! It gives bulldogs a bad rep!
Me: Rep? You know what a rep is?
Stella: Sure. It’s what people say about you and believe about you. Bulldogs have a great rep for tenacity and tenderness and looking ferocious but being all cool and whatnot. We do not need to be known as toe stompers.
Me: It wouldn’t have happened if I had been wearing boots.
Stella: Oh, knowing Snoopey and her big feet, it would have happened. It just wouldn’t have hurt so much. Where are your boots?
Me: In my closet.
Stella: I will run and get them.
Me: Ow! Stella!
Stella: Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize your feet were in my way. You should be more careful where you put them.
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