My Game, My Rules – Conversations with Stella


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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