I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. I have four feet. They are all mine. They do not belong to anyone else. So let me go, Lady Human, let me go!
Me: I’m not trying to take your feet, Stella. I just need to borrow them for a few minutes.
Stella: No, not yours! Give me my foot back!
Me: Can I borrow this one then?
Stella: No! I know what you’re up to! I see what you have in your hand. Evil toenail clippers! Wicked!
Me: They have to be trimmed, Stella. It’s not optional.
Stella: That sounds like something a human would say.
Me: A human did say it, I said it.
Stella: Then give me your feet. I want to hold on to them.
Stella: So that you will know what it feels like when someone has captured your feet and won’t let them go. Besides, I need my toenails.
Me: I don’t doubt it. I just think you don’t need so much of them.
Stella: How am I going to hold onto my toys when somebody tries to take them away from me?
Me: Who is going to take your toys?
Stella: Well, you, of course!
Me: Do you really think that your toenails would stop me?
Stella: No, but they might slow you down, but only if they are long enough.
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