Creatures of Habit – Conversations with Stella and Wiggles

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. So…

Me:  So?

Wiggles:  Uhb…

Me:  Uhb? What’s going on?

Stella:  We are patient.

Wiggles:  To a point.

Me:  So am I…

Stella:  And so?

Me:  Oh, you think it is cracker time.

Stella:  It is.

Wiggles: Past time.

Stella: We always get crackers at this time every day.

Wiggles:  Every day.

Me: Okay. Okay. Here are crackers.

Stella: Late, but better than nothing. If we can’t count on evening crackers, what can anyone count on?

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Weird Noises in the Night – Conversations with Stella

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. No! No! NO! Not again! Noises, Lady Human! Stop them!

Me:  What? What’s going on?

Stella: It is the middle of the night. SLEEP TIME!

Me:  Yep. You’re right. But the only noise I hear is your…okay, wait.

Stella:  You hear it? The Queen never lies and is never wrong.

Me:  Well, I wouldn’t go quite that far, but you are right…

Stella:  Of course, I am. There it is again. What is that?

Me:  It’s one of the alarms chirping.

Stella:  Alarms. Should I be alarmed?

Me:  No. Just annoyed.

Stella:  Too late. I’m already annoyed.

Me:  That sound means ‘low battery’ and, naturally, it chose 2 a.m. to let us know. We missed changing the batteries in that one. I bet I know which one. Yep. One of the carbon monoxide alarms.

Stella:  An alarm CHOSE to wake us up for no good reason!

Me:  Figure of speech.

Stella:  If that thing is smart enough to beep when its power is low, how come it’s not smart enough to beep at a decent hour?

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Where Is Ours? – Conversations with Stella

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. So where is it, Lady Human?

Me:  Where is what?

Stella:  You know what. I heard humans talk about it for days and days on end. Today is Food Day. Food Day means food. So where is ours?

Me:  Today is Thanksgiving Day. It is about more than food.

Stella:  That’s not what I heard. I heard turkey and ham and meat.

Me:  We aren’t having any of that this year. This year is simple. Regular food. Quiet. Lots of thanksgiving.

Stella:  To the Great Creator.

Me:  Yes. That’s what this day is really about.

Stella:  Okay. But it’s also about food.

Me:  That’s one way people celebrate.

Stella:  Good. Because food is how bulldogs celebrate. Glad we’re on the same page. Now where is ours?

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An Indecent Hour for Breakfast – Conversations with Stella and Doodlebug

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. And here we go again! Lady Human! It’s dark, like really dark. The sun isn’t even peaking at us.

Me: I know. I’ll take care of him.

Stella:  Can you give him one of those timekeepers humans are always checking?

Me: Doodlebug, it’s too early for breakfast. Again.

Doodlebug: My stomach clock cannot be wrong.

Stella:  Wanna bet?

Doodlebug:  Lady Human, just go ahead with breakfast.

Me:  It has set a bad precedent. First, it was 5 a.m. Then it was 4 a.m. Now it’s 3 a.m.

Doodlebug: Right on time! Go ahead with the food, ma’am. You know that’s how it’s going to end up anyhow.

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A Persistent Little Cuss – Conversations with Stella

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Hello. Hello. Lady Human. Hello.

Me:  Stella, do you know what time it is?

Stella:  Do I look like a human who focuses only on a little black box in my paw?

Me:  It’s sleep time.

Stella:  Then how come you’re awake?

Me:  Yes, how come? How about we both go back to sleep?

Stella:  Hey, Lady Human. Hey. Hello. Hello.

Me:  Stella, you are a persistent little cuss.

Stella:  Is that something I get extra treats for?

Me:  No, ma’am.

Stella:  Is that something I get to play with?

Me:  No, ma’am.

Stella:  Then it doesn’t sound like it is worth much of anything to be a persistent little cuss. I will try again in a few minutes……Hmmm, hmm, hmmm hmmm hmmm…Lady Human. Hello. Hello.

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Stick Up Your Nose – Conversations with Stella and Wiggles

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human, Wiggles is sneezing all over the place. She won’t stop it and I told her to.

Me:  Wiggles, what’s that sticking out of your nose?

Wiggles: Nothing. Ahh-CHOO!

Me: Let me see. Ew. Hold on. Be still. I’ll get it out.

1 5/8 inch stick

Stella:  Why were you hiding a stick in your nose?

Wiggles:  I don’t know where that came from.

Me:  Maybe from you snooting around in the dirt?

Wiggles:  No, I was just minding my own business and it flew into my nose.

Me:  Mmmm, somehow I doubt that.

Wiggles: Lady Human, I know my own nose. Things are always trying to get into it. It’s just that wonderful a place.

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Don’t Gobble Your Food – Conversations with Stella and Miss Sweetie

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human! A weird noise is coming from Sweetie. I think she is broken.

Me:  Sweetie? Stop wolfing your food. You sound like…

Miss Sweetie:  Gobble. Gobble. Gobble. Sound like a what? Do I sound like a wolf? ‘Cuz that would be cool.

Me:  No, you sound just like a turkey.

Miss Sweetie:  Oh, no. But don’t humans eat those? OH, NO! What’s going to happen to me?

Me:  Don’t worry. Nobody is going to mistake you for a real turkey. But you sure sounded like one there for a minute. Just eat a little slower.

Miss Sweetie: Should I wear a sign that says, “I am not a turkey.”

Stella:  Believe me, nobody is going to mistake you for a big chicken. Unless you put one of those red floppy hats on your head and let your tongue hang all the way out of your mouth. And keep on making that weird gobbley noise.

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Cardboard Crunchers – Conversations with Stella and Doodlebug

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. What is disturbing my peace?

Me:  Give it here, Doodle!

Doodlebug:  No, I found them fair and square.

Me:  Carboard is not a good toy for you.

Doodlebug:  Then why did you leave them for me to find?

Me:  I didn’t leave them for you. They are…or should I say were…part of a project I was working on.

Doodlebug:  Cardboard tastes delicious.

Me:  Well, it all seems to be here so you didn’t swallow any of it.

Doodlebug:  I can go ahead and finish that now.

Me:  Nope. Besides, you just had dinner.

Doodlebug:  A cardboard dessert would be nice.

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Do I Need to Get a Bulldozer? – Conversations with Stella

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Ah, comfortable at last.

Me:  Maybe you are. Can you move over?

Stella:  Hmmm?

Me:  Stella, I can’t even get into my own bed. There is something wrong with this picture.

Stella:  Not from where I am.

Me:  Okay, you are like a 65-pound boulder in the middle of my narrow bed. I can’t move you. I can’t roll you. Do I need to get a bulldozer?

Stella:  What is a bulldozer?

Me:  It’s a huge piece of equipment that moves large amounts of stuff.

Stella:  It sounds charming. While you’re getting yours, get one for me, too. Then I can move you off my bed.

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Mud Smuggler – Conversations with Stella and Wiggles

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Dirt, Lady Human! Dirty dirt!

Me:  And what else is new?

Stella: Look at Wiggles!

Me:  Oh, Wiggles. What have you been rubbing your face into?

Wiggles:  Nothing.

Me:  Here. Let me wipe it off.

Wiggles:  No, thank you.

Me:  Let me wipe your nose rope. Oh, look at that. Mud. Were you collecting this stuff for some reason?

Wiggles:  My face just picks stuff up and keeps it.

Stella:  Bulldogs are great savers, Lady Human. You should try it sometime.

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Whisker Washer – Conversations with Stella and MoonCat

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human, MoonCat is acting like a…cat. It is very disturbing.

Me:  Looks normal to me.

MoonCat: Meow.

Stella:  She’s licking her paws and wiping her face with them.

Me:  I’ve seen you do something similar.

Stella: Never.

Me: She’s just grooming her whiskers.

MoonCat: Messy food.

Stella: Cats are so prissy. Washing their faces. Grooming their whiskers.

Me:  I know. I know. They should be more like bulldogs.

Stella:  They could never hope to aim that high. We are efficient creatures. If we get food on our faces, we just let it stay until later when we need it.

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Run Faster Than a Cat – Conversations with Stella

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Speed up, Lady Human! MoonCat is out running you…AGAIN!

Me:  Honestly, we are not racing.

Stella:  Don’t ever let a cat know that you can’t run as fast as she can. She will never let you forget it. She will always be running ahead of you and getting to her food bowl first and…well, cats should not be allowed to think they are faster than you are. That’s all.

Me:  Did you lose a race with MoonCat?

Stella:  Lady Human! What a wild idea! Bulldogs never lose anything to cats. If they did, what would the world be coming to?

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Bulldog Demands – Conversations with Stella

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. As representative of the pack, I have certain demands, Lady Human.

Me: Oh, boy, here we go.

Stella:  First, more meals.

Me:  You each get three meals a day. That is plenty. Anymore and you may bloat.

Stella: Also double the food at each meal.

Me:  Your meals are carefully measured. Doubling your food will turn you all into tubbies that won’t be able to fit through the doors.

Stella: So what’s the problem?

Me: The answer is no. Is that all, Your Majesty?

Stella:  I’m just getting started. More treats. And they have to be bacon.

Me:  Nope.

Stella:  No nail trimming.

Me:  Nope.

Stella:  No ear cleaning.

Me:  Nope.

Stella:  I’m glad we agree.

Me:  We don’t.

Stella:  It’s been nice negotiating with you, Lady Human. Always a pleasure getting our way.

Me:  Hmmmph. Bulldogs.

Stella:  Yep.

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“Bulldog” Is Not An Excuse – Conversations with Stella

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Me:  Stella, come here. It’s time to go out.

Stella:  Nope.

Me:  Uh, yep. It is. Why not?

Stella:  Bulldog.

Me:  That is not an excuse for not doing what I say.

Stella:  Of course, it is.

Me:  All right then, if you’re not going to go out, at least finish your meal.

Stella:  Nope.

Me: Whyever not?

Stella: Bulldog.

Me:  Not an excuse. Also, it doesn’t answer my question.

Stella:  Don’t have to answer because…bulldog.

Me: Oh, all right. Have it your way. I still say ‘bulldog’ is not an excuse.

Stella:  It’s worked pretty well for me thus far.

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Bulldog Canvas – Conversations with Stella and Wiggles



I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human! Wiggles looks weird.

Me:  What’s wrong? Oh…

Wiggles:  Something happened. I don’t know what. The little human was petting me and was scratching on paper with a stick and some smeary stuff that wasn’t peanut butter because it didn’t smell good like peanut butter and…

Me:  Yeah, that’s green paint. Hold on. I’ll clean it off.

Wiggles:  She painted me?

Me:  I think she just didn’t have control of her brush. It’s only watercolor. Look. I’ve already gotten a good bit of it off.

Wiggles:  Why did she paint me green? Did she want me to look like grass?

Me:  No. It was an accident.

Wiggles:  Doesn’t she like the way I look?

Stella:  It’s not your fault, Wiggles. The humans are always swinging their scratchy sticks around, marking on things. You just got in the way this time.
 

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Blow Hard – Conversations with Stella

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human, hold onto something. The wind is trying to carry us away.

Me:  It is strong today. But I don’t believe we are in any danger of blowing away. We’re pretty heavy.

Stella:  It feels strange. What does it mean?

Me:  Winds in the tops of the trees usually mean something is about to change.

Stella:  Nope. I won’t allow it. I’m perfect just the way I am.

Me:  That’s a pretty bold claim. Most of us can stand a little bit of change.

Stella:  Not me. Just watch me blow back and see what a bulldog can do.

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A Moderate Bulldog? – Conversations with Stella

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Me:  Hey, girl. A little heavy handed there. Hold back.

Stella:  Whatever do you mean?

Me:  You pounding me with your paw.

Stella:  I’m just being friendly.

Me:  I just need you to moderate your pounding, that’s all.

Stella: What does ‘moderate’ mean?

Me:  It means average, not extreme, not intense.

Stella: Oh, that explains it. Not a bulldog.

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Packing Your Bags – Conversations with Stella and the Pack

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human!

Wiggles:  LADY HUMAN!

Doodlebug:  LADY HUMAN!!!

Miss Sweetie:  LADY HUMAN!!!!!

Me: Coming! Coming! What is it?

Stella:  It’s the cat…AGAIN!

Miss Sweetie:  The cat is weird. And I don’t mean bulldog weird.

Me:  Where is she? MoonCat?

Wiggles: She’s hiding because she’s weird.

Doodlebug:  THERE! THERE!!! THERE!!! THERE!!!!

MoonCat: Meow.

Me:  Oh, I see. She’s just stuck her head through the handle of a plastic bag…And the plastic bag has other plastic bags stuffed inside of it. You must have been sniffing around in the pantry again. Let me get it off. Hold still. It is kind of funny looking. Like she’s wearing a shoulder purse.

MoonCat:  Don’t take them. I like them. They make me look like you when you carry a bag of bags.

Stella:  She was strutting around here like she’s all that and a bag of…whatever.

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A Pile of Plush – Conversations with Stella

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human, shhhh! Look!
 
Me:  What?
 
Stella:  The little human. She has a whole pile of toys.
 
Me:  Yeah. She enjoys plush animals. Mostly dogs.
 
Stella:  But does she know?
 
Me:  Know what?
 
Stella:  That they aren’t real. Shhhh! She is talking to them.
 
Me:  I think she knows the difference between plush toys and you all. For example, she never tries to feed her toys with real food, but she knows that you eat real food. Right now, she’s just using her imagination. She’s pretending they’re real.
 
Stella:  So her imagination, whatever that is, lets her talk to a pile of plush like they’re real animals.
 
Me:  Yeah, it’s a game.
 
Stella:  Imagination sounds scary. I’m glad I don’t have one. Now where’s my chew bone.
 
 
 
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Spring-Loaded Leg – Conversations with Stella

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges.
 
Me: Can you control your leg?
 
Stella:  What leg?
 
Me: The one you’re hitting me with.
 
Stella: I would never hit you. I am loving on you.
 
Me:  Sure feels like hitting to me.
 
Stella:  I can’t help it if my leg is a spring-loaded machine.
 
Me:  You don’t have control over your leg?
 
Stella:  No, I don’t. You do. It is so simple. Just pet me and scratch my ears and don’t stop…ever.




 
 
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