I am Stella. Hello!
Me: What? No self-introduction as Queen and Illustrious and Noble and all that.
Stella: And all that? No, not today. Today I am Stella and that includes all the above. Thank you and good night.
Me: Wait. You haven’t said anything yet.
Stella: Oh. Very well. I am a bulldog and life is unfair.
Me: How so?
Stella: For example, you ran off on an adventure with Tiger today and none of the rest of us was included. Hmph!
Me: Tiger scratched her eye and got an infection. She went to the vet.
Stella: Neeehhh! Wrong answer.
Me: Pardon me?
Stella: You are pardoned. You were gone too long for a regular vet visit.
Me: We went to the bulldog specialist who is farther away and there was heavy traffic both ways.
Stella: Bulldog specialist? Who is she? Is she the vet that I know?
Me: No. You have never seen him.
Stella: What? Am I not a bulldog? Do I not deserve a vet who specializes in bulldogs?
Me: No. It’s not necessary for ordinary things like vaccinations and checkups.
Stella: And what do you mean ‘him’? Don’t try to fool me, Lady Human. All vets are female.
Me: No, just the ones you have seen.
Stella: What? Nooo! More unfairness. Why is the world so wrong? I know what you did. You took Tiger out to a party and did not invite me.
Me: No, silly! I took Tiger to the vet and it was no party. Ask Tiger for yourself.
Tiger: Uhhh. It was no party. I never want to go again.
Me: You see. No party.
Tiger: There were all these other dogs, but they were not partying. It was a doctor’s office and it smelled funny. One of the dogs walked up to me and stuck his nose right in my face. No sniffing introduction. So rude! And I let him know it, too!
Me: Yes, you did, Tiger, you were very direct in your disapproval.
Tiger: He deserved it.
Me: I am glad that you didn’t make actual contact.
Tiger: I am going to take a long, long nap now. No party, Stella, no party.
Stella: Still unfair. I didn’t get a car ride.
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