I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Sure, we bulldogs get food. Lady Human measures it out to us every morning. She says the white coat lady whom she calls Vet (humans have such bizarre names) says that we should not eat too much, or we will get fat. Very well. But why shouldn’t we get special food, especially if we are not allowed to overeat?
Me: What special food are you talking about?
Stella: You can’t fool me.
Me: I didn’t know that I was trying to fool you.
Stella: I see when you sneak great smelling stuff into the cat’s bowl, ignoring the rest of us.
Me: Great smelling stuff like…tuna fish? Salmon? Really?
Stella: Just proof that you don’t love us as much as you love Moon the Cat…wait, sorry, MOONCAT.
Me: You’ve gotten special salmon dog food before.
Me: I don’t remember. Sometime.
Stella: If it didn’t happen in the last ten minutes, it didn’t happen. Step up your game, Lady Human. Do you eat the same thing every day?
Me: Yeah, until the leftovers are gone.
Stella: Leftovers? What are leftovers?
Me: Something a bulldog would never experience.
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