I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges, and here we are again at the Bulldog Rampage. I will be calling the action except for when I am chasing the cat. Coming out of the chute in order are…
Me: Whoah! Bulldog Rampage? Not again!
Stella: Of course, again. All right, everybody get ready. Lady Human interrupted. In order, here they come! Sweetie, Wiggles, Doodlebug, Snoopey…Snoopey…Snoopey!
Stella: Rampage time!
Stella: Why not?
Snoopey: I’m tired.
Tiger: You can leave me out, too. I refuse to rampage with Snoopey.
Stella: Didn’t you hear? Snoopey is sitting out.
Tiger: Well, in that case, I’m really sitting out. She’s not better than me.
Stella: Fine! Here they come! Sweetie, Wiggles, Doodlebug! And me! Where is that cat?
Miss Sweetie: Up on Tall Man’s chair! Now up on the couch! Run! Run! Uh-oh!
Stella: Sweetie is off to a fast start with two pieces of furniture under her belt and a great sideways floor slide. Scrambling back up on her feet, she’s made it to the trash in the kitchen!
Stella: Meanwhile, Doodlebug got off to a slow start, but he is making up for it by head slinging drool all across the room as he runs. Not missing a beat! Great distribution! Now where’s that cat?
Me: She heard you coming. Rampaging is hard to hide.
Stella: Wiggles is bringing up the rear, but she is well into her comma dancing. Real style! She shows that a bulldog does not have to jump on furniture, dig in the trash, or sling drool to rampage.
Wiggles: Trash? There’s trash? Let me at it!
Me: Whoah again! My legs are standing here!
Miss Sweetie: Beep! Beep! I haven’t jumped on your chair yet! Woo-hoo!
Doodlebug: Awww. I’m all out of drool. Let me lick my way through.
Me: Noooo! Wet everywhere!
Stella: Not a problem, Lady Human. It will dry. Now, where’s that cat?
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