I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. I love sunbaths. Even on winter days. Even on summer days. I come in feeling all warm and invigorated. Some of us are better sunbathers than others. For example, Tiger is a dedicated, expert sunbather. She has a perfect spot she goes to and patiently absorbs the fire rays of the glowing ball of burning gas that hangs in the sky.
Me: That really does make it sound dangerous.
Stella: But you said that’s what it is.
Me: Yeah, and it is, but it’s not really hanging in the sky like a picture hangs on a wall.
Stella: Looks like it to me. Anyway, the important thing is that it feels good on my skin. Wiggles and Miss Sweetie are also good sunbathers. They change locations every time. They like variety. The only one of us who is not adept at sunbathing is Doodlebug.
Me: That’s because he gets too hot too fast.
Stella: This must be a problem for all doodlebugs because when I see doodlebugs, they are under some pot you have turned over or they are in a shady corner of the yard.
Me: That’s true, but our Doodlebug is not a doodlebug as much as he is a bulldog.
Stella: He acts more like a doodlebug. I guess that’s why he doesn’t sunbathe as much as the rest of us. He sits in the shade and curls up in a ball.
Me: No, not really. He can’t do that.
Stella: A big, ole doodlebug ball. Don’t bother arguing with me, Lady Human. My mind is made up.
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