Why Are You Staring at Me? – Conversations with Stella

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Me:  Why are you staring at me?

Stella:  Who said I was staring at you, Lady Human?

Me:  No one had to say it. I am sitting right here watching you stare at me with your big old bulldog eyes.

Stella:  Why am I staring at you?

Me:  That’s what I would like to know.

Stella:  You are staring at me. Why are you staring at me?

Me:  Because you are staring at me.

Stella:  I know what this is. It’s that silly human game. A staring contest. I win.

Me:  If we are having a staring contest, you can’t just declare yourself the winner. You have to win.

Stella:  That’s what I said. I win.

Me:  Well, if that’s all it takes, I win.

Stella:  Too late. I already won.

Me:   That’s not the way it works.

Stella:  How does it work?

Me:  One of us has to blink or look away.

Stella:  And then I win?

Me:  Only if you are the one who blinks or looks away.

Stella:  Surely you know I will not look away.

Me:  I’m beginning to think that.

Stella:  What is this blink thing?

Me:  It’s when you close your eyes briefly like this. Oh, no.

Stella:  I win. Never go eyeball to eyeball with a bulldog.

 

 

 

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