I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Me: Sweetie, why is your water bowl all the way over there?
Miss Sweetie: Uhhbbb. Mmmm.
Stella: Fess up, Sweetie.
Me: What’s going on? Oh, Sweetie!
Stella: You have to admit it. She’s good.
Me: Why, Sweetie, why?
Miss Sweetie: My poo-poo had to find a new home.
Me: You couldn’t wait for me?
Stella: Do humans wait? No, of course not. You have those fancy hands with long fingers for opening doors to the outside world and stuff.
Miss Sweetie: My poor stubby toes can’t open doors. But I have perfect aim.
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