I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. I have a problem, Lady Human, and I need your help.
Me: Okay, shoot.
Stella: Why would I shoot a problem? Isn’t that how you humans get in trouble? I don’t need more trouble, ma’am.
Me: I didn’t mean you should shoot literally. I meant…oh, never mind. What’s your problem?
Stella: Wiggles is weird, and I don’t like it.
Me: Please be more specific.
Stella: She has made yet another bed when she already has three. And where has she done this, you ask.
Me: I didn’t but go ahead.
Stella: On the kitchen floor. And what has she used, you ask.
Me: Once again…
Stella: She has taken all of your plastic bags and made a pile and is sleeping on them.
Me: Not the first time, but I will take care of it.
Stella: No, don’t do that! She’s sleeping.
Me: But you are acting like it bothers you.
Stella: It does.
Me: And you don’t like it.
Stella: I don’t.
Stella: No one should have their sleep disturbed just because their bed is weird and in the middle of the kitchen floor.
Copyright 2020 H.J. Hill All Rights Reserved.