How Do You Like My Hat? – Conversations with Stella and the Pack


I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Shhh! Nobody say anything. Lady Human has something perched on her head. Maybe it will fly away.

Me:  How do you like my hat?

Stella:  Shhh!

Tiger:  I have an opinion.

Stella:  Okay, I warned you.

Tiger:  Your hat sticks way out over your face. It is weird.

Me:  My hat is weird? Or my face is weird?

Stella:  Danger! Danger! Danger!

Miss Sweetie:  Oh, Lady Human, don’t worry. I love your weird face.

Wiggles:  Yes, and the part of the hat that sticks out so far shadows your face and makes it look not so weird.

Me:  Okay, this is a baseball cap. The long brim shields my eyes from the sun.

Doodlebug:  But I like the sun. It sunbathes me.

Me:  You are not wearing a hat.

Doodlebug:  If you like, I can knock it off your head and chew it up. Then it will not bother you anymore.

Me:  It is not bothering me.

Stella:  Why did you put it on? You don’t always wear a weird thing on your head.

Me:  Truth be told, I didn’t like the way my hair looked today, so I covered it up.

Stella:  Oh, Lady Human, you shouldn’t have worried. Your hair looks bad every day. No hat needed.







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