I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. It was a pleasant day outside today for a change. No rain. Not as cold. Sunny and bright.
Me: I saw you. You did the oddest thing with your legs.
Stella: If I did it, it was not odd.
Me: I mean, when you finished with your…outside obligations, you kicked your feet behind you as you always do…
Stella: I am polite. I always wipe my feet.
Me: But you did more than that. You held each of your hind legs, one at a time, out behind you, like you were stretching, but very gracefully. Like you were a ballet dancer.
Stella: I don’t know what a ballet dancer is. Are they bulldogs?
Me: Well, no. But what you did today reminded me of them. I was impressed.
Stella: You realize, don’t you, Lady Human, that I had just finished going to the bathroom.
Me: Yes, I know.
Stella: Do humans dance ballet in the bathroom?
Me: There’s not much room in most bathrooms, but yeah, some probably do.
Stella: I used to want you to build us a bulldog bathroom in the house. I still do when it’s really wet, or really hot, or really cold. But now I’m glad that I get to go outside. There is much more room for bulldog ballet.
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