I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. I am a connoisseur. Of cheese. Of dog food. Of human food.
Me: I wouldn’t go that far.
Stella: I know what I like and what tastes good and, more importantly, what smells good. I am very disturbed by what Doodlebug puts in his mouth.
Doodlebug: I eat what I want.
Stella: Which appears to be EVERYTHING!
Doodlebug: Not rocks. I draw the line at rocks. Hard. Dry. No real flavor. Yuck!
Stella: You’ve been known to eat things stinkier than rocks.
Doodlebug: Mmmmm. Poop!
Me: At least we can stop some of that.
Doodlebug: It is hard to come by really good poop.
Me: My turn to say ‘yuck’.
Stella: But whatever it was you were snacking on today, not even I could identify.
Doodlebug: It smelled interesting.
Stella: You don’t know where it had been. What if it was squirrel food that they threw away? How embarrassing!
Me: All I saw were some wet sticks and a lot of slobber. But I agree with Stella. If you don’t know where something came from, you probably shouldn’t eat it.
Doodlebug: WAH! THEN I WILL HAVE NOTHING TO EAT!
Me: Of course, you will. You will have your regular food.
Doodlebug: But I don’t know where that ‘s been!
Stella: Oh, silly head! Of course, you do! It comes from that big yellow bag Lady Human drags in. Problem solved. It sure doesn’t come from squirrels.
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