I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Wiggles is being pushy again. At least I know how to stay out of Lady Human’s way when she is moving.
Me: Wiggles, excuse me!
Wiggles: Where ya going?
Me: Well, I’m trying put this up, but I can’t if you are blocking me.
Wiggles: Let me go with you.
Me: I’m crossing the kitchen. It’s only a couple of steps.
Wiggles: I will protect you. You can thank me later.
Stella: Wiggles! Move!
Wiggles: I move when she moves.
Me: I’m not moving at all right now. You are in front of my feet.
Wiggles: Oh, all right. There. Where are you going next?
Me: To the refrigerator.
Wiggles: Oh, good. I’d like a long look inside that thing.
Me: No, no bulldog faces in the ice box.
Wiggles: Awww. Is that how you repay loyalty?
Me: Loyalty as in blocking my every move?
Wiggles: It’s my herding instinct kicking in. You are just a big ole sheep.
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