I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. I like my freedom. Everybody should. Which is why…hey, give it back!
Me: Just a second.
Stella: No, it’s already been a second. I know enough about human time to know that.
Me: Hold on.
Stella: Hold on to what? My paw? Let it go.
Me: I will.
Stella: Promises, promises. Give it back.
Me: I have to do this.
Stella: No, you don’t. My paw is MY paw. You keep pulling this trick. You grab one of my poor old paws and you slip out that clipper device like I don’t know what it is, and you start to snip, snip, snip.
Me: I have to hurry to get your nails clipped. You start to pull away immediately.
Stella: Well, how would you feel if somebody grabbed one of your paws? Would you just let them pull on it and clip away at your nails?
Me: I kind of wish somebody would.
Stella: Okay, hand over that mean-looking thing in your hand and I’ll go to town.
Me: Go to town? You know that saying?
Stella: Sure, I do. “Go to town” means “do something stupid as fast as you can”. It’s a human thing.
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