I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. A mountain appeared in our territory about a century ago.
Me: Time references are still a challenge for you, girl, aren’t they?
Stella: It was a long, long, long time ago.
Me: If you are referring to the mound of sawdust left by the removal of the downed oak tree, that appeared a few days ago, not a century. A century is one hundred years.
Stella: Yes, exactly. A century ago.
Me: Oh, never mind.
Stella: Now everybody thinks that the mountain is the only place to sunbathe, like it is a big deal. Phuuf! I am not impressed.
Me: Is that because the others get to the top of the mound first?
Stella: Yes. No. Maybe. I don’t know. I think they look silly all sprawled out on top of that heap.
Me: Because you want to be sprawled out on top of that heap?
Stella: Hmmph! I am the top of the heap! I am the Queen!
Me: When I was a kid, we used to play a game called ‘King of the Hill’. If we found a pile of dirt, we would rush to the top and try to stay there by pushing everyone else off.
Stella: It sounds like a fun bulldog game. I’m surprised humans came up with it. Did you ever win?
Me: For a little bit.
Stella: That’s what I must do. I must become Queen of the Hill. Come on, Lady Human. I will push you off the mountain. You are already used to losing.
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