I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human is spending too much time trimming down the wild grasses.
Me: This has been a wet spring. When the weather dries out as summer comes on, the grasses will not grow so fast.
Tiger: Lady Human, we have a plan.
Doodlebug: We want to help you with the wild grasses.
Me: Well, I saw out back where you all trampled some of it down before I even got a chance to cut it. I still have to chop it up or it will snag our feet.
Miss Sweetie: We can help you. Even without a long stick that makes an annoying noise.
Wiggles: Yes. We can help. Our teeth will do the job. Grass eating is a specialty of ours.
Stella: Let us help, Lady Human.
Me: I know. I’ve seen you. Honestly, I don’t believe that you can trim all the wild grass as much as you would like to. While I appreciate the offer, but I expect I will still be using my grass trimmer.
Stella: Suit yourself. We try to save you time. We try to save you money.
Miss Sweetie: We try to eat your delicious grass. And then sometimes we throw it up.
Me: Okay, thank you.
Stella: Here we are…a bunch of bulldog grass trimmers. Some humans just don’t know when they’ve got a good deal.
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