I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogs. Lady Human, the sky spit ice on my chair.
Me: That’s my chair, and yes, a little ice was on it for a very short time.
Stella: You know the saying: What’s mine is mine and what’s yours is mine.
Stella: Well, it goes like this: What’s mine is mine and what’s yours is mine. It’s an old bulldog saying.
Me: No doubt it is. I’m going with an older human saying. What’s mine is mine.
Stella: Oh, all right. In that case, the sky spit ice on YOUR chair. Worse. The sky made my feet cold.
Me: The sleet…
Stella: The what?
Me: The icy sky spittle did not last long at all on the ground. About the only thing I can do to help on cold days is to put your booties on you. They will protect your feet for the short time you are out.
Stella: Are booties those weird little softie shoes that you kept trying to sneak on my feet the other week when the snow that was promised to us never showed up?
Me: Yeah. As I recall, you weren’t too fond of them.
Stella: What is to be fond of? They are weird little shoes. They look like blue and black fish that have swallowed my feet.
Me: They aren’t supposed to be stylish. They are supposed to cover your feet in bad weather.
Stella: If you like them so much, you wear them.
Me: They don’t come near to fitting me and I already have winter boots.
Stella: And I’ll bet that yours don’t look like blue and black fish that are eating your feet.
Me: It’s either booties or cold feet. Your choice.
Stella: Booties are for babies, not bulldogs! Wait! The human baby that visits us, does she have booties? Does she need them? Do her feet get cold? Oh, no! I don’t want that! She can take mine.
Me: She has lots of socks and even some shoes now. But thank you, it was a very kind offer.
Stella: Not so much. I thought it might be a way to get rid of those ugly booties.
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