Bulldog Grass Trimmers – Conversations with Stella and the Pack


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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