I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Miss Sweetie: Make it stop.
Tiger: Why? Oh, why, oh, why?
Wiggles: Leave me alone. I will stay here on the cool floor.
Doodlebug: What? What’s going on? Where? Who? How?
Me: I need you all to go outside and potty.
Stella: Nope. It’s hot.
Tiger: I’m fine.
Me: You won’t be fine come the middle of the night.
Tiger: Will it be cooler then?
Me: Yes, somewhat.
Tiger: That’s when I’ll go.
Wiggles: Yep, that sounds good to me.
Stella: Leave us be, Lady Human. Wake us up when summer is over.
Me: It doesn’t work that way. Look, we’ve been through way hotter summers than this one and way hotter days than this one. It only hit 101 degrees today.
Stella: Hotter than today? I think you are mistaken, ma’am.
Me: 108 degrees. 110 degrees. I remember back in the year 1980 when it hit 113 a couple of days.
Stella: A likely story. Was that a hundred million years ago?
Me: I am not THAT old.
Stella: Could have fooled me. When you start talking about nonsense years that never happened, that’s when I fact-check.
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