I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Tiger: And I should be.
Stella: Hush your mouth!
Me: Hold on, girls! Stella, let’s be especially nice to Tiger. Today is her 5th birthday.
Stella: So what! Baloney! Why should someone get to be rude just because it’s their birthday?
Me: I’m not saying anyone has an excuse to be rude on their birthday. I’m saying cut her some slack.
Tiger: Thank you, Lady Human.
Me: If you’ve noticed, Tiger, you got a few extra treats today
Tiger: I noticed. They were delicious, but now my stomach feels weird.
Me: Oh, I’m sorry.
Tiger: It’s okay. It’s not your fault. You were trying to be nice to me on my birthday.
Me: What would be a better birthday gift for you?
Tiger: Something I never get and something that won’t upset my tummy.
Stella: Something like being queen for a day?
Tiger: Queen? Me? Yes.
Stella: All right. I hereby declare you are Queen for the Day. Happy Birthday, Tiger.
Tiger: Thank you.
Stella: You are welcome, Your Majesty. Royal privileges expire precisely at midnight tonight. Just so we’re clear.
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