I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. For an Olde English Bulldogge, I am small. I am lightweight. I am scrawny. I am a runt.
Me: Nope., nope, and nope.
Stella: So, I am not a runt.
Me: I don’t know.
Stella: So, I am a runt.
Stella: I am confused.
Me: Were you the runt of your litter? I don’t know. At this point in our lives, I have no way of knowing and I don’t care. I heard a rumor that you and Tiger’s mom were pretty tough in your day. When you were together. Maybe you joined up with her because you were smaller. I don’t know.
Stella: I remember Tiger’s mom. She was strong. I felt safe when I was with her.
Me: That happens.
Stella: Even with humans?
Me: Yep. All the time. Humans find a way to cope. I have a cousin. He was smaller than the other boys in school. He learned to make them laugh and the bullies left him alone.
Stella: Your cousin was bullied by bulldogs?
Me: No, my cousin was bullied by humans until he used his humor as a shield against them. He made them laugh. They left him alone.
Stella: Human bullies? How?
Me: Humans have more in common with bulldogs than you might think.
Stella: I was the runt.
Me: Maybe. Does it matter now?
Stella: I don’t know.
Me: When I watch you with the other bulldogs, they always come and check on you, check with you. They don’t ignore you. If you are a runt in their eyes, why do they pay you so much attention?
Stella: I am not mean to them.
Me: You see. That’s how you became their queen. They need someone they can rely on. Snoopey is reliable. She is the pack leader, but she is tense a whole lot of the time. You are calmer. They don’t care how much you weigh.
Stella: How much do I weigh?
Me: About 50 pounds, give or take.
Stella: How much does Sweetie weigh?
Me: 81.5 pounds.
Me: Yeah. Don’t let her sit on you.
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