I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges…
Me: All right. Potty time is now! Let’s go!
Stella: Why now? I don’t perceive that the time is now.
Me: Thunderstorm. 20 minutes. Let’s go!
Tiger: I don’t think I want to…
Me: Now or never, Tiger.
Tiger: Oh, if you insist. Go with me?
Me: Don’t I always?
Doodlebug: I don’t need to go outside.
Me: Try anyway.
Doodlebug: The air smells funny.
Me: Rain. It’s almost here.
Miss Sweetie: I like water. I don’t care if it rains on me.
Me: But there’s also the thunder and lightning.
Miss Sweetie: That’ so exciting!
Me: It is, until it’s not.
Wiggles: I’ll go, but it’s a waste of time.
Me: That’s all right. Let’s just beat the storm.
Stella: Okay, I’m out here. What’s that on the ground?
Me: No time for exploring now, girl.
Stella: But this is so…Aaaaggghhh! What was that? The sky just broke!
Me: You’ve heard thunder before.
Stella: Not like that! Not right over my head! Run!
Me: Walk. Just head back to the door.
Stella: Walk, Lady Human, if you want the sky to fall on your head. I’m running. Whoever said bulldogs can’t run fast never stood with us under a cracking sky.
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