I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. We are shy one voice in the pack. I miss Snoopey.
Me: As do I. Please. Make me laugh.
Stella: That’s not my job. I don’t take orders from you. I am a bulldog. What would Snoopey say if she heard you?
Me: She would sit with a very dignified air and flat ignore me.
Stella: Exactly. And what do I look like? A human funny person?
Me: A comedienne?
Stella Yes. No. Maybe. Have you seen Wiggles?
Me: Yeah, a while ago.
Stella: Have you seen Wiggles lately?
Me: Okay, what’s going on?
Stella: She stole a bag of trash and she is running around the house, carrying it in her mouth like it’s some kind of prize.
Me: Uh-oh. Where is she now?
Stella: Who knows? Who cares?
Me: Let me get Wiggles outside to run off some energy.
Stella: Happy hunting!
Me: She’s out now. What were we talking about?
Stella: You were ordering me to be funny for your own amusement. How rude!
Me: I just thought we could use a laugh.
Stella: Is that all we are good for? Laughs? Oh, and you’d better check on Wiggles again.
Me: What now?
Stella: She is digging up chicken feed by the chicken run. And look! The chickens are all lined up in a straight row, watching her. They look angry.
Me: They look like chickens always do.
Stella: Yep. Chickens with their angry pointy faces. I know what would make you laugh! Let the chickens out so they can chase Wiggles around. That would be hilarious!
Me: Not for long. What about when Wiggles realizes that she is being chased by chickens and turns around?
Stella: Wiggles? Realize? Chickens? Can you imagine that happening?
Me: Yes. No. Maybe. Chickens chasing a bulldog. I would like to see that one time.
Stella: Ah, there’s a smile. Not a laugh, but the next best thing. We’ll keep trying.
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