Sticks and Stones May Hurt My Toes – Conversations with Stella and Wiggles

20151220_230434.jpg

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. It is a lovely day…

Wiggles:  Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!

20151230_194410.jpg

Me:  What? What’s wrong?

Wiggles:  Ow! Foot! Ow!

Me:  Let me see!

Wiggles:  No! I have to finish hopping around!

Stella:  Wiggles, let Lady Human look at your foot.

Wiggles:  Wait. Wait. Wait. Okay. There I was, minding my own business and a stick stuck.

Me:  I don’t see it now.

Wiggles:  Let me lick my foot. Mean ole stick! Probably angry that the oak tree fell. It blamed me.

Me:  I don’t believe sticks hold grudges.

Wiggles:  Then why do they lie in wait until our innocent tender little feet step right down on them?

Me:  You lick your foot and I’ll look at it after you calm down.

Wiggles:  You lick my foot.

Me:  No, I’ll leave that to you.

Wiggles:  Don’t you love me?

Me:  Yes, but your tongue is a lot bigger than mine.

Wiggles:  Okay, that makes sense. I’ll let you know.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright 2019 H.J. Hill All Rights Reserved.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s