I am Stella, Illustrious Queen (yes, I said it again!) of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human and I are on an errand, a wonderful, wonderful errand to the feed store. Why? I’m glad you asked. We are going to pick up bulldog food. FOOD! FOOD! FOOD! FOOD! FOOD! FOOD! FOOD! FOOD! FAH-LAH-LAH-LAH-LAH-LAH-LAH-LAH-FOOD! That’s a song that I just now made up.
Me: Probably not.
Stella: Yes, I did. I heard it on the car music box and they had the words all wrong. Except for the fah-lah-lah part. That was all right.
Me: Please remember to be polite in the feed store. If any other dogs are in there, they are not your business. No bulldog leash tugging.
Stella: I’ll be polite if they are polite. I am not putting up with rude.
Me: Ignoring rudeness is not putting up with it. Ignoring rudeness is putting rudeness in its place. It’s nothing and other people’s rudeness isn’t your business.
Stella: Stop staring at me!
Me: I’m not staring at you.
Stella: Not you. Those people in that car parked next to us. How rude! This is not a zoo! I am not an exhibit!
Me: They are smiling at you.
Stella: And look at that. They’re pointing at me! How would they like it if I pointed my stubby little toes at them? What? Now they are waving at me! Stop invading my space!
Me: They like you. They think you are cute.
Stella: Cute? How undignified! I am a queen!
Me: You could still wave or smile. Real queens do.
Stella: What do you mean ‘real queens’? Hmmpphh! Well, maybe one small…oh, look, they’re gone. Good. It’s about time.
“Love is not rude…” [I Corinthians 13:5 KJV]
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