I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Let me begin by saying…
Snoopey: I have a question…
Stella: …that this has been a trying week, what with all the cold weather…
Snoopey: Yes, but…
Stella: I vote that we all get new extra blankets so that the next cold snap goes almost without notice. Of course, I spend my nights in Lady Human’s room, so I am fine anyway…
Snoopey: I do, too, but that’s not what…
Stella: …but thick new blankets for everyday use…
Snoopey: Can I just…
Stella: That’s like Christmas all over again seven days a week.
Snoopey: Awwww, I give up.
Me: Snoopey, girl. What’s wrong?
Stella: Nothing. She just wants to interrupt and complain as usual.
Me: Stella, cut it out. Let Snoopey have a word.
Stella: Why?
Me: Snoopey, what do you need?
Snoopey: May I go potty? I need to go potty right now.
Me: YES! ABSOLUTELY! Here! Door’s open! Go! Go! Go! Oh, my word!
Stella: That’s the same as cussing, Lady Human.
Me: Okay, forgive me. But once in a while, Stella, somebody else needs to get a word in edgewise.
Stella: Seems to me that she can go sit by the door if she needs to go out. Why does she need to talk about it?
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