I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Today I have witnessed something horrible that I never thought I would see.
Me: What horrible thing was that? I can’t imagine. Was it the large pile of poo by the back door that I had to step over?
Stella: Of course not. Events like that are what give your life meaning. No, I am referring to the disgusting display that Snoopey and Moon the Cat put on.
Me: They have been getting along famously of late.
Stella: Fame does not excuse their bizarre behavior. Today…dare I say it…they were dancing…together.
Me: I thought that was kind of cute. And, to be honest, it wasn’t much of a dance.
Stella: Nose to nose. Cheek to cheek, or in a bulldog’s case, cheek to jowl. Step to the right. Step to the left. And naturally, before it ended, Moon the Cat hissed at Snoopey. Typical.
Me: Eh, Moon hisses at me on a regular basis, too. I’m used to it.
Stella: Which is one of the problems with our world today, Lady Human. I will never get used to a cat hissing at me. How vulgar! Whatever happened to good manners?
Me: Between bulldogs and cats, I’m not sure good manners ever existed so…why not just accept that Snoopey and Moon are friends. When that happened, I don’t know, but it’s kind of nice to have one bulldog that truly keeps the peace in the house.
Stella: Snoopey? Peace? Really? Wait. Maybe I’m confused. Is there another Snoopey around here that I don’t know about?
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