I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. It is a lovely day…
Wiggles: Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!
Me: What? What’s wrong?
Wiggles: Ow! Foot! Ow!
Me: Let me see!
Wiggles: No! I have to finish hopping around!
Stella: Wiggles, let Lady Human look at your foot.
Wiggles: Wait. Wait. Wait. Okay. There I was, minding my own business and a stick stuck.
Me: I don’t see it now.
Wiggles: Let me lick my foot. Mean ole stick! Probably angry that the oak tree fell. It blamed me.
Me: I don’t believe sticks hold grudges.
Wiggles: Then why do they lie in wait until our innocent tender little feet step right down on them?
Me: You lick your foot and I’ll look at it after you calm down.
Wiggles: You lick my foot.
Me: No, I’ll leave that to you.
Wiggles: Don’t you love me?
Me: Yes, but your tongue is a lot bigger than mine.
Wiggles: Okay, that makes sense. I’ll let you know.
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