Hunkered Down – Conversations with Stella and the Pack

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I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human, the grass is missing. Someone covered it up with a big white blanket.

Me:  That’s the snow I’ve told you about.

Wiggles:  I don’t like it. It squished between my toes.

Doodlebug:  Someone was careless. Was that you, Lady Human?

Me:  Did I cause the snow cover? I can honestly say that I did not.

Miss Sweetie:   Well, someone caused it and I think they should take responsibility because it is amazingly cold, and my toes don’t like it.

Me:  As in when you take responsibility for going potty in the house?

Miss Sweetie:  I never take responsibility for that. Anything I do is on you, Lady Human.

Me:  I sort of figured that. Listen, for the rest of this week, there are not going to be any sunbaths even if the sun appears.

Wiggles:  Awwww.

Doodlebug:  You’ve lost the sun again, haven’t you?

Me:  No, that’s something else that I am not in charge of. Also, it is already down to 7 degrees and is supposed to get down to 2 degrees tomorrow night. So, no lingering during bathroom breaks. Go out, do your business, come right back in. I will be timing you. Until this is over, we are hunkered down.

Stella:  Hunkered down. That sounds heavy. Just the sort of thing a bulldog can do.

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