I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Hello. We are about to enjoy an evening snack as soon as Lady Human says it has cooled down enough. I am looking forward…ew, who has bad breath?
Me: Since he just this second walked in from outside, you have one guess.
Stella; Doodlebug! Aaaaggghh! Gag! Gag! Gag!
Me: I caught him off in the corner of the yard where he evidently located a ‘snack’.
Tiger: Pee-yoo. Doodle, we’re about to have a real food snack. Why are you eating leftovers outside?
Doodlebug: I’m hungry now. Why wait?
Wiggles: Because that nasty stuff out there is waste.
Doodlebug: But you raid the waste basket all the time.
Wiggles: That’s different. That’s indoor waste. It’s fresher and only stinks in a good way.
Miss Sweetie: All Doodle is doing is what the humans call ‘recycling’. I thought that was a good thing.
Me: Mmmmm. Different. We don’t eat our recyclables. Especially not that kind of recyclable.
Stella: That stuff we leave outside is no better than junk food, Doodle boy. And, speaking of food, where is that good food snack you promised us, Lady Human? It should be cool enough by this time.
Me: Here it comes. Scrambled eggs.
Stella: I hope you left room for real food, Doodlebug. If not, I will be happy to take yours.
Doodlebug: Not necessary, Aunt Stella. I always have room for more. Bring it on!
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