Wound Up Like An Eight-Day Clock – Conversations with Stella and the Pack

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I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Tiger:  Make him stop, Lady Human!

Wiggles:  Yeah, he won’t stop!

Miss Sweetie:  Aunt Stella, make him stop! You are the queen!

Stella:  I can’t stop him. He won’t.

Me:  He is wound up like an eight-day clock.

Stella:  Well, he does have an alarm clock in his belly. He always knows when we should eat.

Me:  Doodlebug! Stop barking!

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Doodlebug:  I must bark. If I don’t, who will?

Me:  But there’s no reason to bark.

Doodlebug:  Of course, there is. Don’t you hear that?

Me:  Hear what?

Wiggles:  Wait. I hear it. But that doesn’t mean I am barking about it.

Me:  Now I do, too. That’s a machine they are using to remodel a house nearby. It has nothing to do with us.

Stella:  Is it an eight-day clock?

Me:  Nope.

Doodlebug:  It has something to do with me. It hurts my ears.

Me:  Sorry, Doodle. I can’t stop it. It won’t go on forever. Maybe you can settle down and take a nap.

Doodlebug:  Nope. I will just keep barking until they stop.

Me:  Oh, my.

Stella:  Lady Human, how do you unwind an eight-day clock?

 

 

 

 

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