I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Wait while I run down this little hall.
Me: You’ve been going down there every day. You used to ignore it.
Stella: I have to check.
Me: Oh, because Snoopey ran down that hall every morning to avoid having to pass by Tiger?
Stella: What if she is in the front room, waiting to come through the kitchen, like she did almost every morning? I have to check.
Me: Stella, baby, she’s not in there.
Stella: But she could be. You would always open the kitchen door and she would run in and she and Tiger could start the morning in peace.
Me: She’s not there.
Stella: No. She’s not here. You think I am silly.
Me: Not at all. The first two mornings after she passed, I opened the kitchen door myself. It was too hard to believe that she wouldn’t be coming through it.
Stella: It still smells like her a little. Not as much as before.
Me: That’s to be expected. Come on, girl.
Stella: It smells like somebody else, too. Yep.
Me: Nobody comes in here but me and Tall Man.
Stella: Wiggles. Definitely.
Me: Are you sure?
Stella: Yep. This is Wiggles’ second bathroom.
Me: Oh, no, you’re kidding. Third, if you count outside. Maybe fourth, if you count the cleaning rag box.
Stella: Wow, Wiggles gets around.
Me: Let’s go back in the other room.
Stella: I won’t visit down here again looking for you, Snoopey, but I won’t forget you. If there’s a kitchen door where you are, wait for us there.
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