I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. I am a neat freak. That is what Lady Human calls it when someone keeps their space and their face clean and orderly. Yay me!
Me: Yay you! So much less to clean up. Snoopey, Tiger, and Wiggles are pretty neat, too.
Stella: Except Wiggles eats thrown away stuff. Garbage is nasty.
Me: Speaking of nasty, the bulldog drool fest has increased of late. I guess it’s the heat. You even drooled a little.
Stella: No, I didn’t.
Me: Yes, you did.
Stella: I am Neat Freak Stella. I do not drool.
Me: Then what was that long string of goo dripping from your mouth?
Stella: Goo? I didn’t see any goo.
Snoopey: I did.
Me: Ewww! Doodlebug!
Tiger: Those were some monster length drool strings, boy. Good job!
Me: And now they are on my pants.
Miss Sweetie: You can have my drool, too, Lady Human. Here.
Me: Aaggghhh! Sweetie, stop shaking your head! The slime is going everywhere.
Miss Sweetie: I like to share.
Wiggles: I don’t have any drool so here…
Me: Wiggles, please!
Wiggles: A big wet kiss, right on your knee.
Me: Now I am going to have to change.
Stella: Change into what?
Me: Change clothes.
Stella: How come? Wiggles put a lot of effort into that kiss. And Doodlebug and Miss Sweetie have slung all their slime.
Me: I thought you didn’t like a mess.
Stella: I don’t, but it looks good on you.
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