I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges, and…
Miss Sweetie: Lady Human, my chicken’s foot is missing.
Stella: Sweetie, go through channels. You tell me and I tell Lady Human. I am the Queen.
Miss Sweetie: My chicken’s foot is missing.
Stella: Lady Human, as Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges, I regret to inform you that a foot is missing from Miss Sweetie’s favorite chicken toy.
Miss Sweetie: She is not a toy. She is real. I carry her everywhere. Now she has a foot missing.
Me: Yeah, that’s terrible, Sweetie. When did you first notice that the foot was missing?
Miss Sweetie: When I noticed it was missing.
Me: Okaaayyy. Was that today?
Miss Sweetie: I noticed it was missing today and yesterday and the day before.
Me: Have you looked for it?
Miss Sweetie: No. Yes. No. Maybe.
Stella: We are talking about Sweetie, Lady Human. She takes life as it comes. I doubt that a search has been made.
Me: We will keep our eyes open.
Stella: Do we need a description?
Miss Sweetie: It looks like a chicken foot.
Me: We will just look around for an orange foot like the other one. Meanwhile, it is potty time. Sweetie, follow me.
Stella: Why don’t we get to go, too?
Me: You know why, Stella. Sweetie doesn’t pay attention to “business” when she is outside with others. Only when she is out by herself with me.
Stella: Okay, fine!
Snoopey: I know where the chicken’s foot went.
Stella: Why didn’t you tell Lady Human?
Snoopey: Sweetie ate it.
Stella: What?
Me: Okay, we’re back. Mystery solved.
Miss Sweetie: Oh,, Lady Human, I have another question.
Me: All right.
Miss Sweetie: Where is my chicken’s beak?
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