I am Stella.
Me: That’s it? No “Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges”?
Stella: How can I be the queen of anything when I can’t even keep squirrels out of my domain?
Me: You mean because of Jerky?
Stella: He’s back.
Me: Truth be told, he never left.
Stella: What? I haven’t seen him for months.
Me: He’s been hanging around the front. And he’s been up in the tall trees with his friends.
Stella: It’s one thing for him to perch in the trees. It’s another thing for him to lurk around where I walk every day. Did you see what he was doing today? He was eating leftover acorns as though he hasn’t had enough of those all summer. He is so fat now.
Me: He’s getting ready for winter.
Stella: And he was eating the weird plants.
Me: Yeah, I saw that. Well, the honeybees finished with them a few weeks ago. I guess somebody should get the use of them. I’m not going to eat them, and neither are you.
Stella: He could have asked permission. That would have been polite.
Me: Squirrels don’t live by good manners. Sort of like bulldogs.
Stella: Bulldogs have good manners. They’re just our good manners. Not everybody understands. I thought you might.
Me: I do. We have our good manners, too, but not everybody understands them.
Stella: Really? We’ll make a bulldog of you yet, Lady Human.
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