Me: The barking is deafening. What’s going on? Stella?
Stella: Huh?
Me: The whole pack just erupted in barking and I can’t tell why. So… why?
Stella: I don’t know. Whatever.
Me: Excuse me, but where is the Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges?
Tiger: Right here. Ready to take over.
Me: It was a rhetorical question, Tiger.
Tiger: Still ready, willing, and able, ma’am.
Me: Maybe you can tell me what caused the outburst just now.
Miss Sweetie: I can! I can! Me! Me! Me!
Me: You caused it, or you know why, Sweetie.
Miss Sweetie: Both. Wait. What was the question?
Doodlebug: You started barking because of the cat.
Wiggles: No, I started barking because of the cat.
Me: Stella, why did everyone start barking at the cat? She was sitting on top of the big chair, minding her own business.
Stella: I don’t know.
Me: Why not?
Stella: I was watching the Picture Box. That show with big waves and humans turning around fast was on. I love that show!
Me: But you are the Queen. I count on you to let me know what’s going on.
Stella: Oh, all right. I did hear the cat. She was hacking up one of those yucky globs of goo and hair, and the others thought it was a big deal.
Me: Moon was hacking up a hairball? That’s what started all the barking?
Stella: Yeah, it’s a pretty ugly noise, but not enough to interrupt a good Picture Box show.
Me: But you are the Queen.
Stella: Even the Queen needs a day off now and then.
Copyright 2018 H.J. Hill All Rights Reserved.
Bulldoggy 