I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Shhhhh! Everybody, no barking or fussing. We have something to cover up. Silent, nose-to-nose communication only.
Me: Wait! What’s going on?
Stella: Who says anything is going on?
Me: Your silent, nose-to-nose communication. Did you think that I wouldn’t notice?
Stella: Yes. The ways of bulldogs are mysterious. Aren’t they?
Me: Can you identify the source of the bad gas smell in the den?
Stella: Bad gas smell? Sounds like a human problem. No issue here among the bulldogs. Right, pack? Pack? Hey, a little backup needed here!
Miss Sweetie: Silent, nose-to-nose communication only, Aunt Stella. Remember? Cover up.
Stella: Thank you, Sweetie. Why don’t you go sit over there where you can’t hear?
Me: So, whose stomach is upset?
Stella: The cat. Yeah, that’s it. The cat. Have you seen? She uses the bathroom in a box INSIDE THE HOUSE! I thought that was against the rules, except for humans who also use the bathroom INSIDE THE HOUSE! Unfair. Unfair. Unfair…
Me: I don’t believe that Moon is responsible for the bad gas smell.
Stella: Of course, she would say that!
Me: I think maybe you have a little stomach upset.
Stella: Lady Human, for shame! It’s the cat. It’s just like something she would do.
Me: How about some pumpkin in your food?
Stella: Well…I don’t know.
Me: You like pumpkin, right?
Stella: Well…maybe a little would be okay.
Me: There. I don’t think we will be experiencing any more bad gas smell problems in a while.
Stella: Now if only you would do something about the cat.
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