I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. I am always curious about humans and their doings. Por ejemplo…
Me: Por ejemplo? When did you start speaking Spanish?
Stella: I heard Tall Man say that. What is Spanish?
Me: Never mind. It would take too long to explain.
Stella: As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted by Lady Human, I want to know where food comes from. Our bowls are empty, then they are full. Then we empty them, then they are full again. How does that happen?
Me: You see how that happens every time I pour food into your bowls right in front of your very eyes.
Stella: Very eyes? Do we have special eyes? Cool!
Me: I mean you see me refill your food bowls every day.
Stella: But where does food come from? The bucket is empty. You walk out of the room and a door closes. There is a strange metal sound and you come back in with a bucket full of food. Do you make the food? Does someone bring it to you? Why is it small and round? And why is it always brown? Your food is not always brown.
Me: Number one – I don’t make it. Number two – no one brings it to me. I go and pick it up. Number three – the metal sound comes from the receptacle where we store the food. Number four – I have no idea why it is round. It is small so you can chew it easily. And number five – it’s brown because it…just comes that way. Does that answer your questions?
Stella: Nope. I guess I just have to accept it as one of those human mysteries no one will ever understand.
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