I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. There is a stranger in the house.
Me: Yes.
Stella: It cries and squeals like a young one.
Me: Yes.
Stella: A puppy?
Me: No.
Snoopey: No more bulldogs! No more bulldogs!
Me: Not a bulldog. Not a dog at all. She is a human baby.
Stella: A puppy?
Me: No, Stella, we have been over and over this. A human baby is not a puppy.
Snoopey: No more bulldogs! No more bulldogs!
Me: Snoopey, hush. The baby is trying to nap.
Snoopey: Which reminds me, I could use a nap about now, too. Good night.
Me: Good, because I could stand for all of you to quiet down.
Stella: How can we quiet down when there is a stranger in the house?
Me: She is a little baby. She will not be here long. She is just visiting today.
Stella: Puppies are a lot of work and when they are around, people don’t pay as much attention to me and that’s not fair.
Me: You can share part of an afternoon with a baby.
Stella: Will there be other babies?
Me: Probably not. At least not very often, though this little one will visit from time to time.
Stella: Lady Human! Did you have a puppy?
Me: I had some puppies years ago…oh, now you’ve got me doing it! Humans do not have puppies! We have baby humans! I did not give birth to this baby. She is a relative of mine.
Stella: She sounds like a puppy to me. I think you are trying to sneak in another bulldog.
Me: Babies are a lot of work, but I’m not sure that they are as much work as bulldogs.
Stella: Thank you, Lady Human. That is a fine compliment. We try very hard to be a lot of work. If we are easy, we are not doing our job.
Snoopey: (snore) No more bulldogs. More time for me.
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As I was attempting to read this my puppy Zoey needed attention started to lick my face following a nice nibble on my nose. Ugh puppies.
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Bless their little puppy hearts.
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