I, Illustrious Stella, Olde English Bulldogge Queen, hereby call bulldog class to order. Bulldogs, please listen to my illustrious instructions. Let us begin.
Wiggles: Mwaaah. Nap time.
Stella: No, Wiggles. Not nap time. Class time. Wiggles? Wiggles!
Stella: Wiggles! Wake up! You need this class as much as anybody! Oh, never mind!
Snoopey: Why do we need a class on manners? I use perfect manners with the humans.
Stella: Oh, really, Sis? Like when you slap Lady Human on the leg with your oh-so-heavy paw after she has told you umpteen gillion times not to.
Snoopey: Umpteen gillion. You made that number up.
Tiger: I agree with Wiggles. Nap time. Good evening.
Stella: Tiger! No!
Stella: The most stubborn, uncooperative, pig-headed…
Doodlebug: Don’t call yourself ugly names, Aunt Stella.
Stella: Ggguurrrhhh! That’s Queen Stella to you, youngster! The younger generation has no respect. Sit down and listen!
Miss Sweetie: Ggguurrrhhh! How was that, Aunt Stella? Is that how you do it? Did I show good manners? Do I sound like you? I look like you. I will listen to your class. Teach me. Ggguurrrhhh!
Stella: Maybe tomorrow, Sweetie. And yes, you do a good imitation of me.
Snoopey: As though anyone wants to hear that. Pack nap time! (snore)
Stella: To be continued. (sigh)
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