I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human is searching for something, looking in every cabinet, high and low, up and down, over and under. What is missing?
Me: Paper towels.
Stella: Oh, the towels that you throw away. The towels that don’t go into the loud, obnoxious, rocking and rolling, jumping, walking, out of control washing machine. By all means, find the paper towels and spare us the ugly noise!
Me: I prefer to use rags, but this needs to be a quick clean up.
Stella: Don’t tell me. I already know. Miss Sweetie. Right?
Stella: Because you left the room just as she was ready to, you know, ‘go’.
Stella: Lady Human, don’t leave the room when she is ready to, you know, ‘go’. When you walk out, she gives up hope. She thinks that you will never come back. I have tried to tell her otherwise, but she doesn’t listen.
Me: How well I know. I can’t find the paper towels. I guess we ran out. I’m just going to use rag towels. There.
Stella: Lady Human.
Me: I know, Stella. I have to mop it up.
Stella: Uh, no, you don’t. Look.
Me: I can’t believe it.
Stella: I told you. Miss Sweetie is a bulldog genius.
Me: She’s mopping up the mess herself. She really is.
Stella: Those bulldog feet are good for something more than stomping around and pawing humans for attention.
Me: She doesn’t like the mess any more than the rest of us do.
Stella: Always remember, Lady Human. Don’t leave the room!
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