I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Shhhh! You’ll wake her up!
Tiger: What is wrong with her? We are the only ones allowed to sleep all day. And all night.
Wiggles: She sounds all raspy, like bulldogs clearing our throats.
Doodlebug: Oh, big deal!
Miss Sweetie: She is trying to bark. She’s just not any good at it.
Me: No, not barking…Coughing.
Stella: Fake barking then.
Me: No.
Miss Sweetie: She’s hacking. She is a bulldog. That’s great hacking, Lady Human, almost as good as mine.
Me: No. Flu. Or a chest cold. Not a bulldog.
Tiger: Why are you doing flu?
Me: Didn’t want to. Tall Man caught it from somebody, and he brought it home.
Wiggles: Can we have some? What he brings home is usually pretty good.
Me: No, at least you can’t catch this. This is for humans only.
Doodlebug: That’s kind of selfish.
Me: You wouldn’t think so if you had it. But I’m getting better.
Stella: Well, not at barking you’re not.
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Bulldoggy 
Feel better. Maybe you need some treats too.
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Thank you. That is an excellent thought. It’s all pretty much over now and was not nearly as rough as it could have been.
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