Sniffing Time – Conversations with Stella

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.

Me:        Okay.

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.

Stella:    Yes.

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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