I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. I am strolling around the yard with Lady Human, not doing any business if you know what I mean. We are just checking out spring. What are you staring at?
Stella: Yes, I do deserve your undivided attention.
Me: I like watching how you work your nose.
Stella: Haven’t you heard? Humans say that bulldogs are not a “working” breed.
Me: Looks like work to me.
Stella: I am reading the ground. I think that is how a human would put it. But not the way you read one of those silly things you call a “book” because that would just be weird. You would have to put it on the ground and stick your nose on it and sniff and sniff and leave some nose drool and a nose print on it. I can’t really imagine you doing that.
Me: So, when you read the ground, what do you learn?
Stella: Who passed by this way, what they had to eat, whether this is their favorite pee spot. Stuff like that.
Me: Yeah, you wouldn’t get much out of my books.
Stella: You mean I wouldn’t be able to tell who had handled it, or who had just eaten pizza or a hamburger or a chicken treat, or who had peed on it?
Me: I certainly hope not.
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