I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Grum…grum…berrr…grum…grum…grum…
Me: Okay. I hear. What is all this grumbling about?
Stella: What grumbling?
Me: Stella, the sounds emanating from your throat! That grumbling!
Stella: Oh, that? It is merely what you humans prize so much and yet so often deny to bulldogs. Self-expression. It is me being me. Grum…grum…berrr…grum…
Me: Well, it makes me think that you are demanding something, and I don’t know what it is.
Stella: What It is? “What they are” is more like. Get some paper and one of those pointy scratching sticks. It’s time to make a list.
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