I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human has been silly again. She is silly at least once a year, usually at this time they call Christmas.
Me: I know. I know.
Stella: But if you know, you know, why do you keep doing it?
Wiggles: What did she do? What did she do? Did she pee on the carpet?
Me: No! I never do that! It would not even occur to me.
Wiggles: It occurs to me every time I walk into the front room.
Snoopey: It occurs to me in that room, too, but I don’t do it anymore. The humans don’t seem to like it.
Doodlebug: Self-control. Self-control. Self-control.
Miss Sweetie: What does that mean, Doodle?
Doodlebug: I don’t know, but it sounds good and it has something to do with the carpet in the front room.
Tiger: Why does Lady Human go out every Christmas only to come home too tired to play my jump around game for more than five minutes? Does Christmas mean ‘get tired and sit in a chair’? Because if it does, that’s fine. Just let me know in advance.
Stella: No, she said something about peace and goodwill. That must mean wearing yourself out and getting grumpy because that’s what she does.
Me: I don’t intend to, but I catch myself rushing around last minute and getting stuck in traffic and crowds.
Stella: Because traffic and crowds are so fun, right?
Me: No, they’re not.
Stella: Because traffic and crowds are Christmas?
Me: No, they’re not.
Stella: Would doing what Christmas really is make you tired and grumpy?
Me: No, it wouldn’t.
Stella: Then I would do what Christmas really is if I were you.
Me: Okay.
Stella: And I’d be careful walking into the front room. I just saw Wiggles run in there. Merry Christmas!
Me: Merry Christmas, Stella.
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