Stella: My Lady Human is exhausted. She has not slept as long or as well as she should have these past few days. Thus, everything she has done for us, the Olde English Bulldogges of Bulldoggy Nation, has been done…well, partially, slowly, and not very well.
Me: Stella, are you complaining about me?
Stella: Just giving the facts, only the facts. You stayed up too late the other night with your Political Party nonsense and now everyone is suffering for it. If it was no fun, why did you keep politicaling. It does not sound like a party to me.
Me: Politicaling? I don’t think that’s a word.
Stella: It is now. I say so.
Me: And a political party is not like a fun party.
Stella: Then why attend?
Me: I didn’t. It kind of foisted itself on me.
Stella: Then you tell Mr. Foisted to cut it out. You have bulldogs depending on you and he can keep his Political Party invitations to himself and he had better not come around here anymore or he may find out how bulldogs got their reputation. Nobody messes with my Lady Human!
Me: Thank you, Stella.
Stella: That’s right. Our breakfast schedule is too important to be messed up by political partying. Now go to bed and get some sleep and no more politicaling…ever.
Me: If you say so.
Stella: If you humans had me as queen, you wouldn’t have to put up with elections and parties would not be a problem. Think about it.
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