I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. I am appalled. I have never seen anything so undignified in my life.
Me: And for a bulldog, that’s saying a lot.
Stella: Lady Human, whatever do you mean?
Me: I just mean that bulldogs do so many things that are undig…well, you know…I can’t imagine that this takes the cake for undignified.
Wiggles: Stand right there, Sweetie. Boom!
Miss Sweetie: Oh, no, you don’t. Here I come! Boom! Boom! My side bump was bigger than yours.
Wiggles: Just you watch this! Boom!
Stella: Stop that immediately. You’re knocking into each other like you are cows or pigs or some such.
Me: I recall you doing it more than a few times, Stella.
Stella: How dare you!
Me: Yeah, you’ve done it to me back on my own bed. All of a sudden, boom! I figured it was a bulldog game. Still, it was a little surprising.
Stella: That was different. I was imitating those humans on the Picture Box, the ones who run around wearing funny clothes and big balls on their heads.
Me: Big balls on their heads? What?
Stella: You know the ones. All the humans are yelling and the humans on the grass bump into each other.
Stella: If that’s what you want to call it. I call it side bumping and, while humans do it, I disapprove any such activity for bulldogs. But …if you want to play it with me, Lady Human, I will allow it. Boom!
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