I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Ah, peace and quiet.
Tiger: Mmmmmmmm! I want to go out!
Stella: You just came in. Stop running and whining.
Tiger: Go out! Go out! Go out!
Me: Okay, go on out.
Stella: What’s her deal? She’s been like this for days. Oh, look. See, she’s standing at the door and wants back in. She didn’t even go potty.
Tiger: Come in. Come in. Come in.
Me: Yes, come in. Calm down, girl.
Tiger: Run, run, run. Jump, jump, jump. Twirl around. And again. And again.
Me: You sure are full of energy lately. Maybe the change in the weather…
Stella: Naw, she’s just out of control, that’s all.
Me: But why?
Stella: Haven’t you figured this out by now? There is no reason for a bulldog’s behavior. Tiger is acting wired because Tiger is Tiger all the time.
Me: But I want to understand why…
Stella: Huh. Humans. I am sorry, Lady Human, but that is one of your human dreams that you will have to give up.
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