I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human repeats herself. A lot.
Me: Maybe because no one around here listens to me the first three times I say something.
Stella: Well, you sure talk a lot about hay.
Miss Sweetie: Hay. The stuff that horses eat. I saw that on the Picture Box. They eat grass but they call it ‘hay’ because they don’t know how to talk right.
Doodlebug: I don’t eat hay. Sometimes I eat tasty leaves I find out back.
Wiggles: I eat grass. Is that what Lady Human is talking about when she says ‘hay’?
Me: No, I mean ‘pay attention’. And the word is HEY, not HAY!
Tiger: Then why don’t you say so? The humans sound confused.
Me: It sounds the same. It is spelled differently.
Stella: So that makes all the confusion all right? I don’t think so. What is this spelling thing anyway? It sounds made up to me.
Miss Sweetie: I suddenly feel like…RAMPAGE!
Me: HEY!
Miss Sweetie: Where?
Doodlebug: I’ll try some.
Wiggles: How about treats instead? They taste better than grass.
Tiger: TREATS! TREATS! TREATS!
Me: HEY!
Stella: No, ma’am, we’ve voted. Treats over hay any day.
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