I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Pffft! Phew! Be careful what you allow in your mouth!
Me: Hey! What’s the problem?
Stella: Pffft! Phew!
Me: You spit out your joint support supplement. I mean you really spit it out, like 6 inches worth. I don’t understand. You love those!
Stella: What about me spitting it out do you not understand? When in doubt, spit it out.
Me: What’s wrong with it?
Stella: Where shall I begin? It tastes nasty.
Me: But you liked it before.
Stella: Tastes change. What can I say?
Me: It’s good for your joints.
Stella: You take it. It can be good for your joints instead.
Me: It’s for dogs.
Stella: Yeah, I’ll bet you tasted it and found out how nasty it is.
Me: No, I didn’t.
Stella: Well, try it. Then you will know what I have been putting up with.
Me: What if…
Stella: Don’t even think about it. I know what you are plotting. You are going to hide it in a piece of cheese or meat. Tasty, tasty cheese. Wonderful, aromatic meat. Mmmmm. No! No! Save your cheese. Save your meat. Give them to me later when you are not trying to fool me with a nasty hidden pill.
Me: Well, here. At least take this piece of banana.
Stella: Might as well. Banana is not my favorite, but…(chomp). Mmmm. Sweet. Soft. Wait. There was a lump in the middle. What have you done, Lady Human?
Me: You had to take your flea, tick, heartworm medicine sometime, so…
Stella: Awwwww! Fooled! No! I’ve already swallowed it.
Me: Everything’s fine then. Done. No pests.
Stella: It’s all the way down the pipe. Unconstitutional! I’ve been deprived of my God-given right to spit it out.
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