I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. No! Absolutely not! I will not go in there! Why have you brought me here? Turn this car around! We’re going home!
Me: Stella, this nice lady is going to walk in that building with us. You are going to get your shots and e are going to go home. All right?
Stella: No! Not all right!
Me: Here. Have a cheese cracker!
Stella: No! Yuck! How stupid do you think I am?
Me: Well, I can’t believe she turned that down.
Strange Lady: I’ll carry her out of the car.
Stella: What’s happening?
Me: We won’t be here long.
Stella: You’d better believe I won’t be here long! You stay if you want to, Lady Human! I’m pointing my stubby bulldog nose at that door, and I am through it the minute it opens.
Fifteen minutes later
Me: All right. After that excessive display of stubbornness and petulance, we are back in the car and ready to go home. And what good did all that do? The vet still looked you over and gave you your shots and now she thinks that you hate her.
Stella: Excellent! Nobody should ever take a bulldog’s good will for granted. Now she knows who she’s dealing with.
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