I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. There are new voices in the house. They are not bulldog voices. I don’t like it.
Me: Do you mean the chittering in the chimney?
Stella: Is that what you call it? What is doing that?
Me: The chimney cover slid over somehow, and a couple of birds have taken up residence up there.
Stella: Birds are squatting up there? Are they using the bathroom? Eeewww! Tell them to leave! Birds are not permitted here! Only bulldogs are allowed in the house!
Me: Well, Pearl the Parakeet is allowed. And humans. And a cat.
Stella: All right. Pearl can stay, and the humans. And I guess Moon can stay. But no others. Except the bulldogs, of course.
Me: That is so nice of you, Stella.
Stella: I am a nice dog. Now, about these squatting birds…
Me: We are working on it.
Stella: Work harder. Work faster. They are chittering away up there, and I can’t understand a word they are saying. I’ll just bet they are gossiping about us.
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