I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. My feet feel so comfortable like they are standing on clouds.
Me: That’s MY foot you’re standing on.
Stella: No, I’m pretty sure I am standing on my own feet.
Me: I mean you are standing on top of MY foot. Look.
Stella: I just see my feet. You are so sensitive.
Me: I am when a 50-pound bulldog is standing on my foot.
Stella: Oh, I see. Why is your foot underneath mine?
Me: Just slid under there, I guess.
Stella: Then why are you complaining? Besides, I only have one foot on top of yours so that can’t be my whole 50 pounds. Okay, there! I’m not standing on your precious foot.
Miss Sweetie: I’ll stand on it for you, Lady Human.
Me: Sweetie, no! Ow!
Miss Sweetie: Ow! Is that like ‘Thank you’?
Doodlebug: Nope. It’s like ‘Stop it’. I know. She says that to me all the time when we are outside. I don’t know why.
Tiger: Y’all are so dumb.
Wiggles: I’m not dumb. What does ‘dumb’ mean?
Tiger: Don’t step on humans. Don’t step on dogs. Don’t even step on cats.
Stella: Oh, I draw the line there. I absolutely will step on a cat, given the chance. Please give me the chance.
Me: Everybody, just watch where you step. You are not weightless.
Stella: Not weightless? Are you trying to insult me?
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