I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges, and today I am in the kitchen, helping Lady Human prepare whatever the mess is that she is cooking.
Me: Mess? I beg your pardon?
Stella: Pardon granted. We may be able to salvage some of it. It is hard to tell at this point.
Me: Wait! I just dropped that. Let me clean…
Wiggles: Never mind. All cleaned up.
Me: Oh, okay. Thanks. But don’t clean up any garlic or onion that I drop. Not good for you.
Miss Sweetie: What is that on the floor there?
Me: I don’t know. The cat was interested in that spot a while ago, too. Wait!
Snoopey: No problem, Lady Human. I got it. Kind of sweet.
Me: All right. I don’t know what that was. Let me get the rest of my ingredients into the slow cooker.
Tiger: Slow cooking is not a problem for me. I eat most things raw.
Me: Well, this is for me and I like to blend the flavors in a slow heat.
Stella: For you? How selfish!
Doodlebug: When this recipe doesn’t turn out the way you want it to, I will be happy to gobble up the wreck. That is my purpose in life. To clean up human food messes.
Me: This will not be a wreck.
Stella: Promises. Promises.
Wiggles: Just toss what you don’t want on the floor. We are waiting.
Me: I am not tossing good food on the floor.
Stella: Who said anything about good?
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Bulldoggy 
Having once been a bulldog’s companion, I understand this all too well. 😀
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