I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. I am a good girl.
Me: Yes, you are.
Stella: What am I?
Me: A good girl.
Stella: Are you sure?
Me: Yes. Good girl.
Me: Why what?
Stella: Why am I a good girl?
Me: Well, when we go out, you won’t jump on people or attack other dogs.
Stella: So, I am a good girl because of what I don’t do.
Stella: That’s all ‘good girl’ means then. I don’t act like a jerk when we go out. Okay.
Me: ‘Good girl’ is shorthand for everything you are. You are trustworthy. I can take you anywhere and not have to worry about your behavior. And when so many people are afraid of bulldogs…
Stella: I know! Why are they like that?
Me: Bad experiences, I guess. I don’t know, but ‘good girl’ means I can trust you. And ‘good girl’ means that you don’t try to stuff everything in the house into your mouth. I can leave the room and come back to find the furniture still intact. And ‘good girl’ also means that you do not bark insanely over nothing the way some we know do.
Stella: Name names. Oh, let me! Snoopey. Miss Sweetie. And Tiger, every other day. Say more about me!
Me: You have a sweet temper. You are patient when I have a lot to do.
Stella: Like when I wait for the bathroom door to open so I can go potty.
Me: The back door.
Stella: That’s what I said. I always wait for the bathroom. I am a good girl.
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