Smoked Beef Sundays – Conversations with Stella and the Pack


I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. I always know when it is Sunday.

Tiger:  Me, too. Lady Human comes home from church smelling like smoked beef.

Stella:  Hey, I was going to say that!

Miss Sweetie:  Me, too.

Doodlebug:  Me, too.

Wiggles:  I was going to say that she leaves early and comes back when our lunch is late.

Me:  I don’t come home that late on Sundays. I do usually go to lunch with someone.

Wiggles:  And you come back smelling like the place where you ate. Today, it was a smoked beef place.

Tiger:  I hope you brought some home for everyone.

Me:  No, I did not.

Tiger:  Typical.

Stella:  For shame, Lady Human! You lied to a dog! I saw the box in your hand.

Me:  I did not lie. I brought food home, but I did not bring it for everyone. I brought it for me.

Stella:  Typical. Who are these Sunday people who put temptation in our paths by going to beef houses? Now we will be thinking about smoked beef all day long.

Me:  You are making me start to feel badly…maybe I can…

Stella:  Yee hah! You will share your beef?

Me:  No, but you can sniff my clothes again if it will make you feel better.

Stella:  That’s not much…

Tiger:  But better than nothing.

Wiggles:  Quick, before the scent fades.

Doodlebug:  Mmmmm, my favorite!

Miss Sweetie:  Lady Human, never wash your clothes again.

Me:  I believe that would be a mistake long term.









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