Stella, the Olde English Bulldogge Queen, is back with me for another conversation. So what’s the topic this time, girl?”
Stella: Girl? How rude! Would you call the Queen of England “girl”?
Me: No, but the Queen of England is…how shall I say this…a real queen.
Stella: Hmmph! You don’t know your queens, do you? A crown does not a queen make. So, by the way, where’s my crown?
Me: I thought you just said that a crown does not a queen make.
Stella: That doesn’t mean I don’t want one. I have even started a story about it.
Once upon a time, there was a special dog named Stella. She was a queen, but nobody gave her a crown to wear, just a dumb old collar that was at least a pretty color. Without a crown, people could not tell that she was a queen. One day, she pulled her collar off and wore it on her head, but since it had no gold or jewels, people stared at her and said, “Look! A dog with a collar on her head. Who does she think she is – a queen?
How do you like it so far?
Me: It’s kind of sad. Now I want to get you a crown.
Stella: Oh, boy! Oh, boy! Oh, boy! Make it solid gold with jewels, all different colors, and those pointy things all around the top. Will you ever wear a crown, Lady Human?
Me: Only as God grants.
Stella: I think you would look good in one. Not as good as I will, but good enough.
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