I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. As representative of the pack, I have certain demands, Lady Human.
Me: Oh, boy, here we go.
Stella: First, more meals.
Me: You each get three meals a day. That is plenty. Anymore and you may bloat.
Stella: Also double the food at each meal.
Me: Your meals are carefully measured. Doubling your food will turn you all into tubbies that won’t be able to fit through the doors.
Stella: So what’s the problem?
Me: The answer is no. Is that all, Your Majesty?
Stella: I’m just getting started. More treats. And they have to be bacon.
Me: Nope.
Stella: No nail trimming.
Me: Nope.
Stella: No ear cleaning.
Me: Nope.
Stella: I’m glad we agree.
Me: We don’t.
Stella: It’s been nice negotiating with you, Lady Human. Always a pleasure getting our way.
Me: Hmmmph. Bulldogs.
Stella: Yep.
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