I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Wiggles and Sweetie won’t come inside, Lady Human. They’re laying around like big ole pigs.
Me: The sun is out. The temperature is moderate. Bulldog sunbathing weather.
Stella: It’s weird.
Wiggles: Just because you don’t like the sun doesn’t mean we don’t.
Miss Sweetie: Sun, sun, come to stay. Rain can go the other way.
Stella: If sun is so good, why isn’t Doodlebug out here?
Me: He was out here earlier. He doesn’t stay too long. I think he gets hot fast.
Stella: Then why don’t I like it?
Me: To each her own.
Stella: Well, I’m going in. Come on, Lady Human.
Me: I think I’ll sit out here for a while. The air is fresh. The sky is clear. There is no wind.
Stella: So, I have to go sit inside the stale, sunless house alone?
Wiggles: Nope. Doodlebug will keep you company.
Miss Sweetie: Yeah, y’all can be stale and sunless together.
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