I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Me: And as such, you and I need to have a talk.
Me: Yep. Big uh-oh.
Stella: Does this have something to do with the little human puppy who visited today?
Me: Puppy, Stella?
Stella: Oh, all right. Not a puppy.
Me: That’s right.
Stella: But she’s still like one, all small and cuddly.
Stella: We like her. She is exciting.
Me: Yep. She finds you all exciting, too…a little too exciting in the noise department.
Stella: Lady Human, whatever do you mean?
Me: Loud, incessant barking when she shows up. Loud, incessant barking when she leaves.
Stella: But we don’t want her to go.
Me: When you were little, did you like loud barking?
Stella: Sure. It let me know that my pack was alert and nearby and I was safe.
Me: But you’re a dog.
Stella: A bulldog, thank you very much.
Me: Well, that little child is human, and barking is not one of our traditions.
Stella: Does our barking mean that we are wicked?
Me: No. It’s more like inappropriate behavior. It’s what we humans call ‘rude’.
Stella: Rude. Yep, that sounds like us.
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