Bulldog Ballet – Conversations with Stella

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I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. It was a pleasant day outside today for a change. No rain. Not as cold. Sunny and bright.

Me:   I saw you. You did the oddest thing with your legs.

Stella:   If I did it, it was not odd.

Me:   I mean, when you finished with your…outside obligations, you kicked your feet behind you as you always do…

Stella:   I am polite. I always wipe my feet.

Me:   But you did more than that. You held each of your hind legs, one at a time, out behind you, like you were stretching, but very gracefully. Like you were a ballet dancer.

Stella:   I don’t know what a ballet dancer is. Are they bulldogs?

Me:   Well, no. But what you did today reminded me of them. I was impressed.

Stella:   You realize, don’t you, Lady Human, that I had just finished going to the bathroom.

Me:   Yes, I know.

Stella:   Do humans dance ballet in the bathroom?

Me:   There’s not much room in most bathrooms, but yeah, some probably do.

Stella:   I used to want you to build us a bulldog bathroom in the house. I still do when it’s really wet, or really hot, or really cold. But now I’m glad that I get to go outside. There is much more room for bulldog ballet.

 

 

 

 

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