I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Scratch my back!
Stella: No, over there. No, over here. Now this spot. Don’t stop.
Me: Move in closer.
Stella: You move in closer.
Me: Hey, I’ve got the fingernails that can reach anywhere, but I’m not putting my arm out of joint.
Stella: Hey, I’ve got the itchies that can reach anywhere, but I’m already sitting over here.
Me: Hold on.
Stella: What are you doing?
Me: All this scratching is making me itchy. I can’t reach down the center of my back either.
Stella: You’re funny. You look like a bear rubbing against a tree.
Me: A door frame makes a good back scratcher if nothing else is handy.
Stella: Not so much if you’re shaped like a bulldog. Now get back to work using your fingers for what they were made for – scratching my unreachable itchies.
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