I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Cheese, glorious cheese!
Me: Well, cheese is a great food. Glorious? I don’t know.
Stella: Do you have a cheese snack for me tonight?
Me: Yes. Yes, I do.
Stella: Bring it on! Bring it on! Bring it on!
Me: Settle down. Here it is.
Stella: Hmmmm. Soft. Tasty. Meh. It’s okay.
Me: What? What do you mean ‘meh’? Do you know how much this cheese costs?
Stella: Costs? What’s that?
Stella: Oh, that thing that humans think about all the time. No. Does that make a difference?
Me: It’s just that I don’t need to spend money on stuff nobody likes.
Stella: Do you like it?
Me: Yeah. Maybe. It’s okay. Meh.
Stella: Where is that good stuff you gave me last week?
Me: Oh, that? We ran out of that. I can only get that at one store around here.
Stella: Go to that store right away! Get that cheese!
Me: They don’t always have it in stock.
Stella: NOOOO! Wait! What’s ‘stock’?
Me: Stock is what they have in the store. They don’t always have that cheese in the store. They have to order it. It takes about 2 weeks. It comes all the way from Ireland.
Stella: NOOOO! WHY? OH, WHY?
Me: Look, I’ll find some other cheese if they don’t have it.
Stella: Some other cheese may not be to my liking. Hmmmph! Why can’t I go to the store with you?
Me: They don’t let dogs in the store. Sorry.
Me: So, you won’t eat another cheese if I offer it to you?
Stella: Are you kidding me? Bring it on! If I don’t like it, I will be sure to let you know.
Me: Oh, thank you so much, Stella.
Stella: Not a problem, Lady Human.
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