I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Sometimes that is a hard thing to be.
Me: All right. What’s going on? Why is everyone balking at going outside? It’s a pleasant day, not too hot. It’s not raining.
Stella: But it was.
Me: But it’s not now. Why are each of you stopping at the door and sniffing the air? I don’t smell a thing out of the ordinary.
Stella: With your human nose, you couldn’t. The world smells strange today. I can’t quite put my paw on it…
Me: It’s cloudy. It rained, but that’s over. It is cooler, by a lot. If that’s strange, it’s a good kind of strange.
Stella: I don’t like it. None of us do. The air should be hot and blistering and the sky should be sunny with no clouds. The scent of the air should be of dry grass, not wet ground. It is too weird.
Me: Let me put you all at ease. Go outside. There is no danger. It is not all that weird.
Stella: How do you know?
Me: Humans have something called ‘reason’. Our minds are designed to think things through and be rational.
Stella: Well, our bulldog minds don’t know anything about this reason rational thing you speak of. Your mind over our matter? Bah!
Me: So, you will stay inside all day and not go to the potty?
Stella: What?
Me: That’s what you’re acting like.
Stella: No potty? All day long? No, that’s ridiculous! That’s not rational reasonable at all. You haven’t thought this thing through, Lady Human. So much for your mind over our matter. Potty time! Everybody outside now!
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