I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Wow! What happened?
Me: A cold front. Those thunderstorms last night brought cooler air with them. It was 106 degrees and about an hour later, it was down to 75.
Stella: Can you do that again?
Me: Since I didn’t do it, I doubt it.
Stella: It has been so hot! For a million years.
Me: Well, despite what you think, I have not been around for a million years, so…
Stella: Now it is all nice and cool.
Me: Yes, it is a nice, cool 93 degrees.
Stella: You probably didn’t notice, Lady Human, but for this last week or so, I didn’t want to do anything. So, in the way of bulldogs, I didn’t.
Me: It’s hard to get motivated in the heat. Once you get out in it, it’s okay, but you never stop thinking about the air conditioning.
Stella: And ice.
Me: And cool, wet scarves.
Stella: And ice.
Me: And rubbing alcohol.
Stella: And… wait…that stinky, smelly stuff you wipe on your arms…NOOOOO! Keep it away! Keep it away!
Me: I don’t use it on you. It helps me cool down.
Stella: And you can keep it all to yourself. Wait again. Are you going to use it today? Do I have to hide my precious little bulldog nose?
Me: No, I probably won’t bring it out today. It’s cooled down enough.
Stella: Whew! That’s a relief! Next time, you need to cool down, I have a whole supply of non-stinky drool for that.
Copyright 2020 H.J. Hill All Rights Reserved.
Bulldoggy 