I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. The human puppy has appeared again.
Me: Human, not a puppy, remember? Why do you seem tense?
Stella: I never know what she is going to do next.
Me: For the most part, neither do we.
Stella: I like her. But then she throws something.
Me: Yeah, she’ll outgrow that. She’s a fast learner.
Stella: I don’t want her to outgrow that. I meant that when she throws something, it is usually food, and then I like her even more.
Me: Oh, okay.
Stella: Can you get her to throw some food again? In my direction? And don’t let Wiggles know about it. She always tries to scoop me.
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