I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. The humans have started their feasting. It smells delicious, but I noticed that our dinner was the same as usual.
Me: Hey, I passed along extra treats.
Stella: Boring.
Me: Well, that’s rude. Always be grateful for what is set in front of you.
Miss Sweetie: I liked those flat, crunchy things that were set in front of me.
Me: You see, Stella. Sweetie liked what I shared from my own plate.
Doodlebug: What are those called? They were good.
Me: Crackers.
Doodlebug: Why can’t I find those things outside?
Me: Maybe because you are spending too much time searching for something else that you shouldn’t have.
Tiger: How about some more of that chicken stuff?
Me: Chicken treats. I’ll pass more of those out later. Let’s pace ourselves.
Tiger: Ourselves? Are you sneaking our treats?
Me: No. I am sneaking my own treats. My point is that we need to exercise self-control.
Tiger: That doesn’t sound fun at all.
Me: You’ll feel better for it later. I guarantee.
Wiggles: May I have what you’re having?
Me: No. I’m sorry.
Stella: What are those? Mmmm!
Me: Potato latkes. I haven’t made them for years.
Wiggles: A wonderful scent is coming from them. Please, may I have one?
Me: Girl, they have onions and garlic in them. I can’t share these with you.
Stella: Did you do that on purpose so you wouldn’t have to share?
Me: No, I was following an old recipe. Look, everyone can have one more chicken treat and then that will be it for tonight, okay?
Stella: Are you telling us or asking us?
Me: Telling you.
Stella: Typical.
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