Hello! I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges, and I can type.
Me: Woah there, partner! You can what?
Stella: Didn’t you see? I can type! Just like a human! Yay me!
Me: I didn’t see you type. Stepping on a computer that was left on the floor is not the same as typing.
Stella: Yes, it is. Yes, it is. And Tall Man must’ve wanted me to practice or he would not have left his typing box open on the floor.
Me: Tall Man is not as cautious with his typing box…with his laptop as he perhaps should be, especially with you 50, 60, and 70 pound bulldogs running around.
Stella: I am glad that he trusts us with his typing box. It shows that he loves us.
Me: It shows that he doesn’t love his computer.
Stella: Let me show you what I can type. lsrjilsmjrcljsrcelisrecnsrellnjreinreajnjraiec. Isn’t that the most beautiful thing you have ever seen?
Me: What does it say?
Stella: Does that matter?
Me: That’s pretty much the whole point of typing.
Stella: Well, that’s a problem because I can’t read. I am a bulldog.
Me: Then why do you want to type?
Stella: Because it is fun! It is like dancing. Jlsfjfdsiefdklndkdfjfdoji. What does that say?
Me: Nothing that I can decipher.
Stella: You mean I typed in secret code? Bulldog code? You know that bulldogs talk to each other in silent code.
Me: Yes, I have seen that. It is fascinating. But I don’t think what you type is code. I think it is…gobbledygook.
Stella: Wow! You mean I typed in a foreign language that even you don’t know? Great! I should start my own newspaper.
Me: Fine, so long as you understand where a whole bunch of newspapers end up.
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