I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Me: Okay, we’re going to play a game.
Stella: Who? Me? Is there food involved?
Me: All of us, but one at a time. And yes, treats are involved.
Tiger: Game! Game! Game!
Me: Here it is. I’m going to toss a treat onto the patio. All you have to do is go and get it. The catch is that, since the blue norther passed through yesterday, a good number of pecan leaves have fallen. You have to sniff out the treat. Doodlebug, you first. Where is it?
Doodlebug: Mm. There. No. That’s a pecan shell. Mm. HERE!
Me: Good boy! Now, Sweetie, your turn. Where is it?
Miss Sweetie: Here? That smells funny. Treats don’t smell like that.
Stella: Sweetie, that is something nasty that Doodlebug left behind.
Me: Sorry for the distraction. Ignore that.
Miss Sweetie: There it is! Mine!
Wiggles: Me! Me!
Me: Okay, where is it?
Wiggles: I don’t see it.
Me: Work your nose, hun.
Wiggles: What nose?
Me: The one on the front of your face. I know bulldogs don’t have a great reputation as scent hounds, but just try.
Wiggles: Got it!
Tiger: I can do that. Boom! First try! Done!
Me: You’re next, Stella.
Stella: I want to see you do it.
Me: I…it’s not something that I can do. My nose doesn’t work that well…
Stella: I know that. But you said we would ALL play. If you don’t play, NO TREAT FOR YOU!
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