I am Stella, Queen of the Old English Bulldogges…Tiger! Stop it! Wiggles! Cut it out!
Me: Okay, I don’t know what’s going on, but, Tiger, outside until you calm down!
Tiger: I don’t want to…oh, all right.
Wiggles: Did you see? Lady Human, did you see? Tiger came right up in my face!
Me: As did Miss Sweetie a few minutes ago. What’s going on?
Doodlebug: I think that they are going to say that it’s all your fault, Lady Human.
Me: I didn’t get in anyone’s face. How can it be my fault?
Stella: You smell funny.
Me: I went to a coffee shop.
Me: To visit with some people.
Stella: Are we not good enough companions for you? Must you go out to find others?
Me: Humans need to interact with other humans.
Me: My question is why are you all as wild as March hares?
Miss Sweetie: Of course I have hair. I am a dog.
Me: Not hair. Hare, as in a big rabbit.
Miss Sweetie: Oh, those. Hares are not rabbits. They are different and very big.
Me: How would you know that, Sweetie? That’s accurate, but kind of scary.
Miss Sweetie: You remember Moo Moo the Rabbit, my old friend, rest in peace. She and I talked a lot and she told me.
Me: Uh-huh. Okay. Well…
Stella: Just how wild are March hares? And are they only wild in March? And why can’t we be wild in March like big rabbits?
Me: Because it’s not March. And when you all act wild at the same time, this feels like the wilderness, not our home. You are dogs, not wolves.
Stella: Hmmm. That remains to be seen.
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