Bird Bombed – Chapter 2 – Conversations with Stella

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human, where are my crackers?

BOOM! BOOM!

Me: What was that?

Stella: No, I ask the questions here. What was that? Quick! Hide under the bed! No! There is just room for one and that one is ME!

Me:  Something hit the window.

Stella:  Where did Tall Man run off to? Just when we need him.

Me:  He’s run outside to check on what caused the noise. Wait here.

Stella:  By myself?

Me:  What was it?

Tall Man:  Birds. Had to be. There’s no sign of them now.

Me:  Birds have been flocking and circling all day.

Tall Man:  Maybe they’ve gone crazy.

Stella:  Crazy birds? No, thank you! I’ll just stay inside from now on. Lady Human, you can slide my crackers under the bed, please.

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Bird Bombed – Conversations with Stella

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Run, Lady Human! Run! They’re coming! All the birds in the world are coming!

Me:  Naw. Not all. Just twenty-five or so.

Stella:  What do they want?

Me:  The berries left on that bush there.

Stella:  Tell them to take the berries and go away!

Me:  I like watching them. See how they don’t all land at once. Some swoop in while others wait in the trees. They take turns at the bush.

Stella:  How come they came now? The sun is setting.

Me:  There’s a cold front coming in. Colder air will be here by morning. The old people used to say, “When birds flock together, there’s a change in the weather.”

Stella:  Let’s go in. I don’t like it when there are so many at one time. And don’t let them in the house.

Me:  They don’t want to come in the house. They want to fly free…Oooop! Well, that was on target. Nice shootin’, birdie.

Stella:  One of them pooped on your hand! Yuck! Why aren’t you offended?

Me:  I’ve been bird bombed before. Once in San Antonio by the river…

Stella:  Blah, blah, blah! I told you to go inside! Now you have bird poop on your hand! Well, not me! You can keep your bad bathroom habits to yourselves, birds! Here they come again! Run, Lady Human! Run! But don’t touch me until you’ve washed your hand.

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The Return of Jerky McSquirrelyFace – Conversations with Stella

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. HE’S BAAACCCKKK!!!!

Me:  Who?

Stella:  The one and only Jerky McSquirrelyFace himself. He is sitting up in that tree, laughing at us and we aren’t even being funny.

Me:  Are you sure it’s Jerky? I have not seen him for quite a while.

Stella:  Of course it’s him. Jerky, remember? He is throwing pecan shells on my head like that’s a thing that should be done. And they aren’t even full of pecans. They are nasty, empty, rotten shells that I can’t eat when they’ve bounced off my precious bulldog head. He could at least throw some that are worth eating.

Me:  He’s probably saving those for himself.

Stella:  See! He’s rude AND selfish. What do humans do when things are thrown at your heads?

Me: Wear a helmet?

Stella:  That’s what I need! Get me one of those, Lady Human, and make it bulldog sized.

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The Hiding Sun – Conversations with Stella

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. The sun went missing for days on end. It disappeared and none of us knew where to find it.

Me:  Well, not exactly.

Stella:  Yes, exactly.

Me:  The sun wasn’t missing. The sun was there the whole time.

Stella:  Then why couldn’t we see it?

Me:  It was covered up by clouds.

Stella:  What are clouds made of?

Me:  Water droplets.

Stella:  And what is the sun made of?

Me:  It is a fireball of burning gases.

Stella:  So, you expect me to believe that puffy water droplets stood in the way of a fireball. Really, Lady Human! Human explanations make no sense. Bulldogs know better than that.

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Acting Up – Conversations with Stella

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Wait! Am I? No. Yes. No. Who am I? What is going on?

Me:  Stella! What is wrong?

Stella:  Nothing. Everything.

Me:  Stop bouncing on the bed. Settle down!

Stella:  I am settled down. No, I’m not. Jump. Jump. Jump.

Me:  Why are you doing this? What’s the problem?

Stella:  I don’t have a problem. You do. You do.

Me:  I’m not the one jumping on the bed.

Stella:  Well, maybe you should be. It might make you feel better.

Me:  Here. Does that feel better? If I rub your shoulders like that…

Stella:  Well, yeah…ooh, yeah, that’s better. Just keep doing that.

Me:  So what’s wrong?

Stella:  The humans are crazy.

Me:  What’s new about that?

Stella:  Nothing, but it makes it hard for me to go to sleep.

Me:  You go on to sleep. I’ll stay up if need be.

Stella:  You’ll do that?

Me:  Sure. I do it all the time.

Stella:  Wow. Okay. Just let me know if you need help handling crazy humans.

Me:  All right, Stella. Good night.

Stella:  It’s a good night if you say so, Lady Human.

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When You Make Up Your Mind – Conversations with Stella and Miss Sweetie

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Me:  Okay, Sweetie, in or out, one direction or the other.

Miss Sweetie:  Hmmm.

Me:  Make up your mind.

Miss Sweetie:  I don’t have one of those.

Me:  A mind?

Stella:  See, Lady Human, I told you.

Me:  “Make up your mind” just means you decide something. Don’t halt between two opinions.

Miss Sweetie:  What if I go outside and I don’t like it? It’s a little windy.

Me:  Then come to the door and I’ll let you back in.

Miss Sweetie:  But what if I come back inside and inside is boring?

Stella:  Then sit around and be bored until next time.

Miss Sweetie:  I’m not sure about this mind making thing. I’ll just sit right here in the doorway until I get a mind.

Stella:  Nope. We’ll be waiting too long for that. The house will fill up with flies and skeeters.

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Sunbathing Beauties – Conversations with Stella, Wiggles, and Miss Sweetie

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Wiggles and Sweetie won’t come inside, Lady Human. They’re laying around like big ole pigs.

Me:  The sun is out. The temperature is moderate. Bulldog sunbathing weather.

Stella:  It’s weird.

Wiggles: Just because you don’t like the sun doesn’t mean we don’t.

Miss Sweetie:  Sun, sun, come to stay. Rain can go the other way.

Stella:  If sun is so good, why isn’t Doodlebug out here?

Me:  He was out here earlier. He doesn’t stay too long. I think he gets hot fast.

Stella:  Then why don’t I like it?

Me:  To each her own.

Stella:  Well, I’m going in. Come on, Lady Human.

Me:  I think I’ll sit out here for a while. The air is fresh. The sky is clear. There is no wind.

Stella:  So, I have to go sit inside the stale, sunless house alone?

Wiggles:  Nope. Doodlebug will keep you company.

Miss Sweetie:  Yeah, y’all can be stale and sunless together.

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The Meaning of the Word “No” – Conversations with Stella and the Pack

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Me:  Potty time!

Stella:  Do you have to announce it like that?

Me:  Apparently. Hey, Sweetie, the door is this way. All the way out.

Miss Sweetie:  I’m sniffing over here.

Me:  No, it is going outside time.

Miss Sweetie: Later.

Me:  No, now. Do you know the meaning of the word ‘no’?

Miss Sweetie:  Mmmm, no.

Wiggles:  I know what it means. It means we do what we want.

Doodlebug:  And when you say that word, it means keep doing what we are doing.

Stella:  I think you should forget about that word. It is short and annoying, and nobody here understands what it means. Find another word that everyone likes and use that.

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The Sky Is Falling! – Conversations with Stella and the Pack

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human! How could you let this happen?

Wiggles:  Pieces of the sky are falling on us! Make it stop!

Me:  That is snow. A rare event here, I’ll admit. But not a disaster. And you still mistakenly assume that I can change or stop or start anything I want to just because I want to.

Stella:  You are too modest, Lady Human. We all know how this human thing works.

Wiggles:  Yes, we have all seen light fly out of the ceiling when your fingers touch the wall.

Me:  There is an explanation for that.  You see, there are wires…

Miss Sweetie:  Nope.

Doodlebug:  The white sky stuff is landing on my back! I can’t go to the potty like this!

Me:  That could prove to be a problem.

Miss Sweetie:  NO! Take it away!

Me:  It’s not even sticking on the ground. The ground is too warm.

Sweetie:  And what is the white sky stuff when it hits the warm ground? Fake rain!

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Bulldogs Eat the World! – Conversations with Stella and the Pack

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. What do we want?

All:  FOOD!

Stella:  When do we want it?

Doodlebug:  Yesterday!

Me:  What is going on here?

Stella:  Don’t interrupt us, Lady Human! We are demanding expanded bulldog eating rights! What do we want?

All:  FOOD!

Stella:  When do we want it?

Miss Sweetie:  I have no idea.

Stella:  What do we want?

Wiggles:  CAT POOP!

Stella:  Whoa there, Wiggles!

Me:  Each of you ate three times today.

Stella:  Not good enough! Bulldogs eat the world!

Me:  Sorry, you are going to have to postpone that.

Stella:  What? How long?

Me:  A good long while.

Stella:  Well…all right. We still get three meals a day though, right?

Me:  Sure.

Stella:  Phew! I thought we had fouled that up.

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Guessing Game – Conversations with Stella

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human! I’m waiting!

Me:  Waiting for what?

Stella:  Guess.

Me:  No, let’s not play that game today.

Stella:  I like this game. Guess. Guess. Guess what I want.

Me:  Uhm…potty?

Stella:  Uhm, let me think about that. Uhm, nope.

Me:  A good long nap?

Stella:  Been there, done that.

Me:  Food?

Stella:  Always. You know the path to my heart.

Me:  You already ate your allotment for the day. Sorry.

Stella:  You need a hint.

Me:  You’ve turned your back to me.

Stella:  Hint.

Me:  Oh, back scratch?

Stella: Close, but no dog treat. Scratch my rear end. Was that really so hard?

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Furniture Mover – Conversations with Stella and Wiggles

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human, you had better come in here and see this.

Me:  Uh-oh. That’s never good. What? Wiggles!

Wiggles:  Hhmmm?

Me:  Not again!

Wiggles:  I was just standing here, minding my own business…

Stella:  No, you weren’t. You were minding the cat’s litter box business.

Me:  How did you even…we moved that furniture…those heavy wooden boxes…those shelves…

Wiggles:  Where there is a will, there is a way. Isn’t that what the humans say?

Stella:  She slid those shelves over just enough so she could enter the secret cat space.

Me:  Smart. Annoying but smart. Now we are going to have to find something even more stout to stop this. Meanwhile…

Wiggles:  Aw, no, don’t shut me out of my favorite room.

Me:  You can go in my room. Until we figure this out, you can’t be loose in the cat box area without constant supervision.

Wiggles:  Aw.

Me:  You pushed the limits one time too often.

Stella:  Yes, Wiggles, if the humans need their furniture moved or the cat box cleaned, they will call someone.

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Bark Off! – Conversations with Stella and the Pack

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Wiggles:  Oh, go tell somebody else! I’m tired of hearing it!

Stella:  Who do you think you are? Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges? No! Because that would be me!

Doodlebug:  Stop the loud chitter-chatter!

Stella:  I never chitter or chatter! Your mouth is bigger than everybody’s.

Doodlebug:  THANK YOU!

Me:  What is all the noise about?

Wiggles:  NOTHING!

Stella:  WIGGLES STARTED IT!

Wiggles:  I SURE DID!

Stella:  THIS IS A CONTEST! WHO WON, LADY HUMAN?

Me:  Miss Sweetie did. She kept quiet in the face of tremendous temptation. You win, Sweetie. I’ll have to find you a trophy.

Miss Sweetie:  Something large and edible, please.

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