All Our Buckets Got Kicked Over – Conversations with Stella and the Pack


I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Ah-wooo! Ah-woooo!

Me:  Stella! Why are you howling?

Stella:  Because it’s the only thing to do!

Wiggles:  Listen to me! Listen to me!

Me:  Why are you barking?

Wiggles:  I must. Why aren’t you?

Me:  Because you are already doing enough of that for both of us.

Miss Sweetie:  Look!!!

Me:  At what? What now?

Miss Sweetie:  The cat is walking!

Me:  The cat is always walking!

Miss Sweetie:  She is taunting me! I will chase her!

Me:  Please don’t!

Tiger:  Yes, Sweetie! Chase! Chase! Chase!

Me:  Why are you egging her on? You’re not even chasing her yourself.

Tiger:  Why should I tire myself out?

Me:  Doodlebug? I don’t hear you joining in the clatter. Why are just lying there?

Doodlebug:  Hum…hum…mmmm.

Me:  Okay, what have you done? As if I don’t already know.

Doodlebug:  Outside seemed so far away.

Me:  What’s under your blanket? Oh, Doodle! Why didn’t you bark?

Doodlebug:  I would have said something, but everybody else was talking and I couldn’t get a word in edgewise.

Me:  What is causing all the caterwauling?

Miss Sweetie:  The cat.

Tiger:  The cat.

Wiggles: The cat.

Stella:  Not really, Lady Human. The cat is just an excuse. All our buckets got kicked over because buckets are fun to kick over and we had to kick them over because nobody else would.

Me:  That makes no sense, Stella.

Stella:  Sense? Really, Lady Human. What did you expect? We are bulldogs.








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