I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges and…
Me: Stella, girl, it’s cold. If you’re finished, let’s go in.
Stella: Not finished. Still sniffing.
Stella: What is that noise you’re making?
Me: I’m humming. You’ve heard me do that before.
Stella: Please stop. It is interfering with what I am doing.
Me: You’re sniffing.
Me: How can humming interfere with sniffing?
Stella: Sniffing is a delicate art. Anything can interfere with it.
Me: Well, can you cut the sniffing short a little bit? It’s cold out here and I’d like to get back inside.
Stella: You know how you sit down with a cup of that stuff you call ‘coffee’ and, no matter how we try, you don’t get up until you have your silly ‘coffee break’?
Me: Coffee breaks aren’t silly. They are necessary hedges against the intrusions of insistent bulldogs. If I give in, my coffee gets cold.
Stella: Sniffing isn’t silly either and sniffing can’t be cut short.
Me: How long can you sniff the same ground over and over?
Stella: Sniffing is my coffee break, only without the coffee. Now let’s go in. It’s chilly out here. Sniffing break’s over. My sniffer is getting cold and a cold sniffer has to be worse than cold coffee.
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