I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges…
Me: I have a question.
Stella: Typical.
Me: It’s not a big deal. I was just wondering…
Stella: Spit it out. That’s what a bulldog would do.
Me: Every morning you stretch and yawn and slowly greet the day, but when it’s bedtime, you come rip-roaring into my room…
Stella: Yep.
Me: You jump onto my bed…
Stella: With help from my boosters.
Me: And you roll and flip and jump and paw…
Stella: And dance and laugh and drool and…
Me: It’s bedtime though. Time to wind down, not to get wound up.
Stella: And turn and turn and whirl…
Me: But it’s nighttime. I would think you would be tired. I sure am.
Stella: And prance and squirm around…
Me: There is an old proverb. “All the speed is in the morning.” All your speed is at night.
Stella: Proverb? Is that food?
Me: No. Yes. Food for thought, yes.
Stella: But it’s not like chicken.
Me: No.
Stella: Well, you can keep that then.
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