I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Me: And I am not.
Stella: Are you being sassy?
Me: Sure. Why not?
Stella: You are not a bulldog. You are not allowed to be sassy.
Me: I beg to differ.
Stella: I don’t need you to be sassy. I need you to scratch my belly.
Me: Oh, okay. I can do both.
Stella: Aaaaahhhh. Wait! What happened?
Me: Nothing. I had to check my phone.
Stella: All right. Well…aaaahhhhh! That’s the spot. Wait! What happened?
Me: My phone was about to die. I had to plug my phone charger in.
Stella: Those little boxes die?
Me: Yeah, their batteries go dead.
Stella: I say, Rest in peace. Now back to…aaaahhhhh! Yeah, that’s great! Wait! What happened?
Me: I’m texting an answer to someone. I need both my hands for that.
Stella: Very well. I am sitting here. Patiently. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Patiently waiting. So hard for a bulldog. Wait! What’s happened now?
Me: I am checking my email.
Stella: Did I say “Stop”? Does your email need its belly scratched?
Me: Well, no. Email doesn’t have a belly. How long do I need to scratch your tummy?
Stella: Not much longer. Just until I say “stop”. Okay, stop. Now scratch my back until I say stop.
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