I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Eewww, Sweetie, what are you doing with your tongue?
Miss Sweetie: Looking. Searching. Finding.
Me: There’s nothing but dog hair over in that spot.
Miss Sweetie: Num num num. Crumbs.
Me: You just ate, girl.
Miss Sweetie: Never let a crumb go to waste.
Me: You can smell crumbs there? I don’t see anything.
Miss Sweetie: The nose knows.
Me: Maybe I should sweep up…
Miss Sweetie: NO! Besides, the floor’s all clean now. I saved you a chore, Lady Human.
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