I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Guess the word I am thinking of.
Me: Food.
Stella: Yes, but also something else.
Me: Treats.
Stella: Okay, I’ll admit that is never far from my mind. But something else.
Tiger: Hot.
Stella: Well, yes, but…
Wiggles: Puppy pool?
Stella: No, not for me. I am not a pool dog.
Miss Sweetie: I am! Me! Me! Me!
Doodlebug: I know what your word is, Aunt Stella.
Sweetie: Say it, Doodle!
Doodlebug: CAT!
Stella: YEP!
Miss Sweetie: THAT’S IT! LET’S GO!
Me: Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Hold your horses there!
Stella: There are horses?
Miss Sweetie: LET’S CHASE THEM, TOO!
Me: No, there are no horses.
Stella: Then why did you tell us to hold them? For shame, Lady Human! You lied to a dog!
Me: Why the rush to chase the cat or horses or anything?
Stella: Bored!
Tiger: Bored!
Wiggles: Bored!
Miss Sweetie: Bored!
Doodlebug: Bored!
Stella: It’s oven hot outside. Cat chasing is the only summer game we’ve got left.
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