I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges, as if that makes a difference. No one is listening. Look at them, rampaging everywhere.
Me: Yeah, sort of like football players on a basketball court. Not enough room to play the game.
Stella: Whatever that means. I do like football. Humans crashing into each other. Very bulldog-like.
Me: Sweetie! Doodlebug! Wiggles! Take it outside! Wait! Let me open the door first!
Stella; Ah. Peace and quiet.
Me: They are happy now, rampaging outside where there is more room. Why don’t you rampage like the others?
Stella: I am the Queen. Rampaging is undignified for queens.
Me: They do have a lot of fun.
Stella: Until Sweetie decides to chomp down on Doodlebug’s face. I don’t like for my face to be chomped on.
Me: He doesn’t seem to mind.
Stella: It’s all part of the bulldog rampage. The biting, the nipping, the wrestling, the rolling, the running, the circling, the climbing…
Stella: The rambling, the jumping, the bucking, the…
Me: Okay. I get the picture. I only ask one thing of them.
Stella: Take it outside?
Me: Mmm hmmm.
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