I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. And that’s pretty much it.
Me: What? No comments or complaints?
Stella: Come to think of it…
Me: Okay, here it comes.
Stella: Comment – like the way we bulldogs have made the backyard look.
Me: Really? Because I think it could use a lot of work.
Stella: Why? We have carved beautiful pathways through the silly grass that no one needs anyway, except Snoopey and Wiggles when they eat some. I’ve tried it. Terrible. That’s what you can do. Plant a tastier variety, one that I will like. Otherwise, leave well enough alone.
Me: I suppose we could put decorative stones along your paths.
Stella: Those round and square hard things like the ones in the back?
Me: Yeah, I think they look nice. And they keep the mud tracking down during wet weather.
Me: Why not?
Stella: They are hard on my sweet, soft tootsies.
Me: You walk on cement and don’t seem to mind.
Stella: Of course, I do. Wait. What is cement?
Me: That hard stuff the patio is made of.
Stella: Oh, that stuff. It is nice and smooth. Those squares and circles are bumpy. Hard to pee on.
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