I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Me: Would Stella the Queen mind settling down when she is on my bed?
Stella: Wait. I will ask her. Oh, that’s me. Would I mind settling down when I am on Lady Human’s bed? I would if I could, but I can’t.
Me: Can’t? Or won’t?
Stella: Same difference. I am a bulldog. I can’t do what I can’t do. I can’t do what I won’t do. And I won’t do what I can’t do.
Me: That makes a strange amount of sense.
Stella: Bulldog sense.
Me: Does there have to be so much flipping around?
Stella: This is a flipping game. Flipping games mean flipping. My game, my rules.
Me: Why can’t we play one of my games?
Stella: One of your games where we sit around and stare at each other.
Me: Yeah, that sounds good.
Stella: I will be blunt, Lady Human. Your games are boring. Now it’s your turn to flip.
Me: I don’t flip very well.
Stella: I know. That’s why I always win. Too late. You lost your turn. My turn to flip again because…
Me: Let me guess. Your game, your rules.
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