I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. One of my favorite things is when Lady Human and I spend quiet time alone. She pets me and scratches my itchy spots and massages my shoulders and scratches my back and rubs my ears and… hey, why are you stopping?
Me: Places to go. People to see.
Stella: What places? Where? What people? Who?
Me: I have stuff I’ve got to do. We can meet again later.
Stella: 1…2…3…okay, later is now.
Me: I know, Stella. I enjoy quiet time, too. But who is going to grocery shop and clean y’all’s bowls and wash the clothes…
Stella: I don’t wear clothes. Let them wash themselves. Pet me. Scratch me.
Me: Stella, let me have my hand.
Stella: Pet me. Scratch me.
Me: Stella, let my arm go.
Stella: Never. Pet me. Scratch me. Tap. Tap. Tap.
Me: You have no idea how heavy your paws are.
Stella: Yes, I do. Tap. Tap. Tap. Stay here. Pet me. Scratch me. LOVE ME!
Me: Isn’t cleaning your bowls love?
Stella: Maybe, but it doesn’t feel as good.
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