I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. My feet are special to me. Don’t touch them.
Me: I didn’t intend to. Not today anyway. The only time I touch your feet is when I trim your toenails.
Stella: Don’t even go there.
Me: Well, you seem to like your feet. You are licking them.
Stella: Don’t tell me what to do with my feet!
Me: Okay! Okay!
Stella: Why don’t you lick your own feet? You don’t seem to spend much time on them, and you only have two.
Me: Think about it. My feet are a long, long way from my mouth. Yours are much closer.
Stella: Are you saying that I am short?
Me: No. I’m saying that you are a bulldog and I am a human. Getting my feet to my mouth at this point would be quite an undertaking.
Stella: If you don’t lick your own feet, you are missing out. I highly recommend it.
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