I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Ready for bed! Here I go!
Me: Whoah, partner! Hold up there! Let’s wipe your feet.
Stella: My feet? My feet never need wiping. They are queen’s feet.
Me: Well, today your queen’s feet marched around in the mud and muck and I am not allowing mud and muck on my bed.
Stella: My feetsies are mine own and no one tells me what to do with them.
Me: Then I guess you’ll have to wait until your feet are clean again to come back to the comfy bed. And the crackers. And the cheese.
Stella: Oh. Wait. What does this foot wiping entail?
Me: Damp paper towels.
Stella: Horrible. It hardly seems worth it. Still…crackers…cheese. Very well. Do it and be quick! And reset the paving stones before the next rain so I don’t soil my royal feet.
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