Miss Sweetie: Sweetie! Princess of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Stella: Pardon me…
Miss Sweetie: You are pardoned.
Stella: I beg your pardon…
Me: Let me break in here before we get in a loop, Stella.
Stella: Lady Human, she has no right to call herself a princess, especially not after how she acted when the humans were walking on our roof the other day.
Miss Sweetie: What did I do wrong, Aunt Stella?
Stella: Hunkerin’. Hunkerin’ down under the little table outside.
Miss Sweetie: It seemed like a safe place from which to watch.
Me: And it was. Relatively safe. I think Stella is wondering why you weren’t out front and center.
Miss Sweetie: I wanted to be. Aunt Stella is brave. She stood out in the yard and stared at those humans. Me? I hid. I watched them, but I hid.
Me: That was actually pretty smart. But I still had to bring you inside. Hunkering down is not a bad idea at times.
Miss Sweetie: I wish that I were brave.
Me: Hey, there is brave and then there is foolish. You didn’t see me standing out there while stuff was flying off the roof. Hunkerin’ down is the brave thing to do when stuff is flying through the air.
Miss Sweetie: So, I am not a coward. I am a brave hunkerer. Yay, me!
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