I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. I always know when it is Sunday.
Tiger: Me, too. Lady Human comes home from church smelling like smoked beef.
Stella: Hey, I was going to say that!
Miss Sweetie: Me, too.
Doodlebug: Me, too.
Wiggles: I was going to say that she leaves early and comes back when our lunch is late.
Me: I don’t come home that late on Sundays. I do usually go to lunch with someone.
Wiggles: And you come back smelling like the place where you ate. Today, it was a smoked beef place.
Tiger: I hope you brought some home for everyone.
Me: No, I did not.
Stella: For shame, Lady Human! You lied to a dog! I saw the box in your hand.
Me: I did not lie. I brought food home, but I did not bring it for everyone. I brought it for me.
Stella: Typical. Who are these Sunday people who put temptation in our paths by going to beef houses? Now we will be thinking about smoked beef all day long.
Me: You are making me start to feel badly…maybe I can…
Stella: Yee hah! You will share your beef?
Me: No, but you can sniff my clothes again if it will make you feel better.
Stella: That’s not much…
Tiger: But better than nothing.
Wiggles: Quick, before the scent fades.
Doodlebug: Mmmmm, my favorite!
Miss Sweetie: Lady Human, never wash your clothes again.
Me: I believe that would be a mistake long term.
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