Me: Can you control your leg?
Stella: What leg?
Me: The one you’re hitting me with.
Stella: I would never hit you. I am loving on you.
Me: Sure feels like hitting to me.
Stella: I can’t help it if my leg is a spring-loaded machine.
Me: You don’t have control over your leg?
Stella: No, I don’t. You do. It is so simple. Just pet me and scratch my ears and don’t stop…ever.
Copyright 2021 H.J. Hill All Rights Reserved.
Bulldoggy 