I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. I am in charge! Cut it out, Tiger!
Me: No, actually I am in charge. Cut it out, Tiger! Cut it out, Wiggles!
Wiggles: Tiger put her face right into my nose! I don’t want to smell her face!
Tiger: My face smells good! What are you complaining about? You don’t complain when Miss Sweetie sticks her face in yours and her face stinks!
Miss Sweetie: That is so hurtful. Boo-hoo-hoo.
Me: No, she doesn’t. I clean her up with Malacetic Wipes. She smells like…well…like Malacetic Wipes. What’s the real problem here?
Doodlebug: Okay, I can explain it. Since the beds got moved around, Wiggles and Tiger are all sassy with each other because, when Tiger goes outside, she passes a whole lot closer to Wiggles’ bed, and they can’t keep their eyes to themselves, and so…bark, bark, bark, snarl, snarl, snarl…and then Lady Human has to break it up. That is so unfair to Lady Human!
Me: I agree! So how do we work this out? Because the narrow passage out to the yard is just what it is – narrow. Please! No more eyeballing each other. Exercise a little self control.
Stella: A ridiculous request, Lady Human! Have you forgotten to whom you are speaking?
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