I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Where are my shoes? Huh? My shoes, where are they?
Me: What shoes? You don’t have shoes.
Stella: Yes, I do. I saw them. You got them for me. Shoes! To protect my little feet on wet days like this.
Me: Oh, those didn’t fit well. They were too small. I am going to have to dedicate myself to making new ones.
Stella: And why haven’t you dedicated yourself?
Me: Uh. I don’t know. Lazy?
Stella: Well said.
Me: You don’t need shoes this time of year.
Stella: Hello! Look outside. Mud! Mud and muddy mud and more muddy mud!
Me: You can wipe your feet when you come back in.
Stella: But I don’t want to. I want my special little feet to be clean the whole way.
Me: Why do you keep saying ‘little feet’? Have you looked at your feet?
Stella: Of course. They are little. Have you looked at yours, Lady Human? I wouldn’t be talking about mine if I were you.
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