I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. When I am in Lady Human’s room, all kinds of interesting things can happen. For example, when stuff came out of her mouth, she looked very much like a bulldog.
Miss Sweetie: Was it drool? Because drool comes out of my mouth all the time.
Me: No, Sweetie, it wasn’t drool. I wasn’t feeling well and…
Stella: She did that gagging, spitting thing that we do when our stomachs don’t set right. No big deal.
Me: Big deal to me. I don’t like throwing up.
Tiger: Stella is right for once, and ONLY ONCE! No big deal. Next time, eat some grass.
Me: I don’t think that is a human thing.
Doodlebug: There’s a good patch of grass out behind the old tree stump.
Me: How do I know it is not a patch you have all peed on?
Tiger: Simple. Use your nose.
Wiggles: There’s another good patch in front of where the chickens live. Don’t get too close though. They’ve been kicking their food out and all that leftover chicken food is mine. As for grass, pick the long stuff, but make sure to chew it up good.
Me: Thanks for the tips, everybody. I’m all better now. No grass needed.
Stella: Personally, I prefer pumpkin, but grass is free and easy to come by.
Me: I appreciated how you stuck by me during my trouble, Stella. Sitting there on the bed, leaning against me.
Stella: No problem, Lady Human. Dogs are not bothered by such natural things. Just remember next time – eat some grass.
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