I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. The sun, the sun, the all-pervasive sun.
Me: Is ‘pervasive’ one of your words now?
Stella: Yes. No. Maybe. Why aren’t Wiggles and Miss Sweetie back in the house yet?
Me: They are sleeping in the sun. I don’t mind. It is not that hot, and we have been under a widespread cloud cover for days.
Stella: Hey! Wiggles! Sweetie! Wake up! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
Me: Well, that’s kind of rude!
Stella: Nobody sleeps on the job.
Me: What job?
Stella: Being a bulldog is a full-time job.
Wiggles: What’s going on?
Miss Sweetie: Why? What happened? Why?
Me: Stella thinks that you have been out in the sun too long.
Miss Sweetie: Why? Did the sun complain?
Me: No. It’s just that you were both sleeping.
Stella: That’s not the problem.
Me: What is the problem then?
Stella: They were having a slumber party and I was not invited.
Me: It wasn’t a party exactly. There were no treats.
Stella: They were enjoying themselves without including me.
Stella: Nobody gets to enjoy themselves without me. I thought you understood that.
Me: I guess I missed that point. Sorry.
Stella: Don’t let it happen again.
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