I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. I hereby issue an edict. Lady Human must wash her hands before she touches me.
Me: What? Why? I wash my hands a lot.
Stella: Not from what I scented off you just now.
Me: Well, somebody has to clean up around here.
Stella: Don’t look at me!
Me: I don’t.
Stella: Get Sweetie to help you. She knows how to mop. But then she’ll need to wash her paws before she plays with me.
Me: Okay. What about you when you go prancing through the dirt and mud? You don’t wash your paws before you start putting them on me.
Stella: Different.
Me: How?
Stella: My paws are naturally clean.
Me: Really?
Stella: Here. Smell.
Me: Uh, no thank you, but anyway.
Stella: Here. Smell.
Me: Uh, I don’t really smell anything but dog.
Stella: See! I don’t stink. Now go wash your hands and you can pet me.
Me: How gracious of you, Stella.
Stella: Yes. Yes, it is. Now go wash your hands. I want to be petted. Clean hands, clean heart.
Me: Where did you hear that?
Stella: One of those things you were reading aloud out of that book that smells good like leather.
Me: Oh, right. I guess I wasn’t listening to what I was reading. That’s from Psalm 24 in the Bible. But I don’t think it means that you will have a clean heart if you wash your hands.
Stella: Clean heart or not, you are not petting me until you wash your hands.
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