I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. The humans carry a little box in their hands that they never seem to be without. It is not a fun toy to chew. It is not food. I see no reason for it at all. And now, on top of everything else, they talk into it at odd times to the exclusion of us bulldogs.
Me: It is a phone. We talk to other people on it. It’s important to stay in touch.
Stella: What is more important? Your little phone box as you call it or good old-fashioned sleep?
Me: They both have a place.
Stella: Like last night?
Me: Well, I admit I had a long conversation with a friend. She needed to talk…
Stella: And talk and talk. And you talked and talked and talked. How was anybody supposed to get any sleep?
Me: You were welcome to go to sleep at any time. I noticed that nobody else was staying up.
Stella: Nobody else has my sensitive nature and sensitive ears. From now on, there is a… what is the word humans use? Oh, yeah, a curfew on little phone boxes. No phone calls after…well…whenever it is that I say is bedtime.
Me: All curfews are set by the humans.
Stella: That was fine back when, but this is now. Now bulldog common sense rules.
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