I, Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges, have taken up a new hobby. Now hear this: AWWGGHH! AWAAAHH AH AH HAHA! RAH RAH A HAH A HA AH!!
Me: Stella, what is that?
Stella: I am singing.
Stella: Is there any other way?
Stella: I have a big mouth and a big throat. Why should I not use them?
Me: Honey, why have you taken up this ‘hobby’ now?
Stella: Because of that human music you played this afternoon. It made me happy and sad at the same time and I decided that I should sing like that, too.
Stella: If you say so. What human came up with that music?
Stella: Poo Chee Nee. That would be a good name for a bulldog.
Me: I’m glad you enjoyed it, but…
Stella: Why is there always a ‘but’?
Me: Forgive me, but your opera singing sounds exactly like barking.
Stella: Of course, it does. No one taught me. It is my natural voice. Can you play the music again so I can practice?
Me: I could play something else.
Stella: POO CHEE NEE! POO CHEE NEE! POO…
Me: All right. All right. One more time.
Stella: That should be enough for me to remember the whole thing. Then I can practice and practice.
Me How about a nap instead?
Stella: No time for naps. Practice, practice, practice.
Me: What have I done?
Stella: You have unleashed a new bulldog singer on the world.
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