I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. I’ll put this here. No. Here. And that goes over there. No. It goes over here, too.
Me: What are you doing, girl?
Stella: The same thing humans do. What does it look like?
Me: Looks like you’re fiddlin’ around with stuff.
Stella: Fiddlin’. Okay. I’m fiddlin’. Fiddlin’ sounds important.
Me: Well, sometimes. Like fiddlin’ with an engine to make it run. Or fiddlin’ on a violin which is a fiddle. But what you’re doing just looks like you’re moving one thing and then moving another to no real purpose.
Stella: Shows how much a human knows. This toy has to be in the right place for my head to rest on comfortably and so no one else, meaning you, Lady Human, can play with it. And this blanket has to be piled up over here to support my belly so it won’t slump on the mattress.
Me: Oh, excuse me. I totally misunderstood.
Stella: That’s because you like all humans were fiddlin’ in your head over things you know nothing about.
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