I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges…
Doodlebug: Help! Out of my way! Oh, no….
Me: Run, boy, run!
Stella: All right. I know what’s going on here!
Me: I do, too. But you tell me your thoughts.
Stella: Garbage in, garbage out.
Me: Well said, Stella.
Stella: Isn’t it obvious, Lady Human?
Me: Yeah, pretty much. I’ll give him some pumpkin.
Stella: May I have some, too, please?
Me: Do you have stomach distress?
Stella: No, I just like pumpkin. Please!
Me: Oh, okay.
Doodlebug: Done and done.
Me: Are you sure?
Doodlebug: Yes. No. Maybe.
Me: Here. Have some pumpkin, just in case. And by the way, the less garbage you eat off the ground, the better off you’ll be.
Doodlebug: I know what you are talking about, Lady Human. But it’s not just offscourings that tempt me. The squirrels have been throwing acorns and pecans down and I just can’t resist trying some.
Me: Can you resist having intestinal distress?
Doodlebug: Yes. No. Maybe. I’ll think about it.
Me: Here’s a human perspective. When I figure out that something I’ve been eating, or drinking. causes me trouble, I stop using it. I like feeling good.
Stella: That’s amazing, Lady Human.
Me: It’s common sense.
Stella: We are bulldogs. We don’t know what ‘common sense’ means.
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