I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. It has been cold, and the sky has been crying all day.
Me: Yesterday set a record low for cold around here in May. Why isn’t Sweetie coming in? It’s all wet out there.
Stella: Sweetie likes water.
Me: Baths and puppy pools, yeah, but she’s never been a fan of mud and rain. I’m going out to see what she’s up to. Sweetie!
Stella: Look behind the chicken run.
Me: Sweetie!
Miss Sweetie: Over here, Lady Human!
Me: Why are you just sitting there?
Miss Sweetie: This is my special hiding place.
Me: Sorry to say this, girl, but you aren’t hidden very well.
Miss Sweetie: But these little trees are hiding me.
Me: Not so much.
Miss Sweetie: Awww. I just wanted some privacy.
Me: Well, you can sit there if you want. Isn’t the ground pretty cold and wet though?
Miss Sweetie: Mmmm. The way I like it.
Me: Okay…well…enjoy it.
Miss Sweetie: May I come back inside?
Me: Sure. Whenever you’re ready.
Miss Sweetie: I’M READY!
Me: I thought you were enjoying…
Miss Sweetie: Lady Human, do you enjoy sitting in cold mud?
Me: No, I can’t say that I do.
Miss Sweetie: Why can’t you say?
Me: That means I don’t.
Miss Sweetie: It is an acquired habit.
Me: How did you acquire it?
Miss Sweetie: By sitting in cold mud.
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