What are the Humans Up to Now? – Conversations with Stella

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I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. The humans did strange things today. But saying strange and human at the same time means normal. I suspect that another of their weird celebrations is afoot. It is not Christmas. It does not smell the same. It is not Thanksgiving. There is not enough food. It is not Independence Day. There are no fireworks going off. Thankfully!

Me:  Do you want me to tell you or do you want to make another guess?

Stella:  Human celebrations are exhausting. Please tell me.

Me:  What tipped you off?

Stella:  Tall Man gave you a fake dog and a flat shiny box.

Me:  Yeah, that was so sweet.

Stella:  May I chew on the fake dog?

Me:  No!

Stella:  How about the flat shiny box?

Me:  No! Absolutely not! It has chocolate in it.

Stella:  So today humans give each other fake dogs and boxes of chocolate.

Me:  Among other things.

Stella:  I know. This is Fake Dog Day!

Me:  Not exactly.

Stella:  Why not? Don’t humans like fake dogs? You seemed to like the one that Tall Man gave you.

Me:  I did like it very much. Today is Valentine’s Day. It is a day to share expressions of love.

Stella:  Fake dogs equal love?

Me:  Sort of.

Stella:  What about us real dogs? Don’t we equal love?

Me:  Sure. But you all are here to love every day. And you’re not fake. You are real.

Stella:  Aw, that’s sweet, Lady Human. I think you are real, too. Happy Valentine’s Day. Now about those chocolates…

Me:  No. Absolutely not.

Stella:  Aww.

 

 

 

 

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The Six Worst Words – Conversations with Stella

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I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. There are only a few words that humans use toward us. Don’t. No. Stop. Come here. Go there. Hush. That’s about it. If we know those words, we get along fine.

Me:  I don’t think that…

Stella:  You see. Right there. Don’t. That word comes up an awful lot.

Me:  Don’t is short for “do not”.

Stella:  Because humans are always against things.

Me:  Because humans have to stop animals from doing things they should not.

Stella:  Why not use the word “no”? Isn’t that the same as “don’t”? And why are all human words negative?

Me:  They aren’t necessarily negative.

Stella:  A likely story.

Me:  They are meant to be instructive.

Stella:  You are beginning to sound like the cat. Meow.

Me:  What?

Stella:  You know. Lots of sound with no meaning.

Me:  If you all would just do what you are supposed to, none of those words would be an issue.

Stella:  That’s where we disagree. If you would just do what you are supposed to, none of those words would be an issue.

Me:  Who’s in charge here?

Stella:  Lady Human, really? After all this time, are you still asking that question?

 

 

 

 

 

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Why Are You Staring at Me? – Conversations with Stella

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I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Me:  Why are you staring at me?

Stella:  Who said I was staring at you, Lady Human?

Me:  No one had to say it. I am sitting right here watching you stare at me with your big old bulldog eyes.

Stella:  Why am I staring at you?

Me:  That’s what I would like to know.

Stella:  You are staring at me. Why are you staring at me?

Me:  Because you are staring at me.

Stella:  I know what this is. It’s that silly human game. A staring contest. I win.

Me:  If we are having a staring contest, you can’t just declare yourself the winner. You have to win.

Stella:  That’s what I said. I win.

Me:  Well, if that’s all it takes, I win.

Stella:  Too late. I already won.

Me:   That’s not the way it works.

Stella:  How does it work?

Me:  One of us has to blink or look away.

Stella:  And then I win?

Me:  Only if you are the one who blinks or looks away.

Stella:  Surely you know I will not look away.

Me:  I’m beginning to think that.

Stella:  What is this blink thing?

Me:  It’s when you close your eyes briefly like this. Oh, no.

Stella:  I win. Never go eyeball to eyeball with a bulldog.

 

 

 

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The Best Time of Every Day – Conversations with Stella

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

Me:  Just a second.

Stella:  Lady Human!

Me:  Another minute, Stella.

Stella:  Lady Human!!!

Me:  What?

Stella: I’m ready for bed.

Me:  Okay. I’ll be ready in a bit.

Stella:  What’s taking so long?

Me:  Stuff. All sorts of stuff. If you are bored, take a nap.

Stella:  I’ll wait. I’m just ready.

Me:  Do you feel all right?

Stella:  Yeah. It’s just that…

Me:  What, girl?

Stella:  I look forward to this time every day. It’s my favorite time. I get to go back to your room with you. I get to share snacks with you. It makes me feel special. I look forward to it every day after the sun goes to bed.

Me:  I’m glad. Thank you, Stella. That makes me feel special, too.

Stella: This is not about you, Lady Human.

Me:  Sorry. I forgot.

 

 

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That’s MY Chair! – Conversations with Stella, Miss Sweetie, and Moon Cat

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I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Miss Sweetie:  I demand justice.

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Stella:  Okay, sure thing. What’s the problem?

Me:  What is the problem? I heard the grumbling all over the house.

Miss Sweetie:  That was not grumbling. I do not grumble.

Me:  Well, it was long and unending and was not barking.

Miss Sweetie:  Lady Human, she is in my chair!

Me:  You mean the cat? Moon?

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Miss Sweetie:  Look! Get out of my chair, cat!

Moon Cat:  Meow.

Stella:  Typical.

Me:  That is not your chair, Sweetie. It is a human’s chair. Why can’t Moon use it once in a while? The only time you use it is when you are rampaging.

Miss Sweetie:  My chair! Mine! Mine! Mine!

Me:  Stop. Why can’t you share? Moon even uses my chair every so often.

Miss Sweetie:   And that’s why you have cat hair all over your clothes and why you smell like a cat. Who wants that?

Me:  Moon, be so kind as to move off the chair.

Moon Cat:  Why?

Me:  To keep the peace.

Moon Cat:  Why?

Me:  Because I want to have a peaceful night.

Moon Cat:  With a houseful of bulldogs? Not my business.

 

 

 

 

 

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Why Are Your Nails Funny Colors? – Conversations with Stella

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I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. What are you doing to yourself, Lady Human?

Me:  Painting my nails.

Stella:  Are those like my toenails?

Me:  Yeah, but human nails are flat compared to dog nails.

Stella:  That is so weird. And it smells funny.

Me:  That’s the nail color.

Stella:  Why are you doing it?

Me:  I don’t do it often, but every once in a while, I like to try something new. A new color. Or a new nail treatment. Today was that once in a while.

Stella:  May I lick them?

Me:  No. At least not until the polish dries fully. You don’t want this stuff in your mouth.

Stella:  Will you do that to my nails?

Me:  With the way you lick on them and chew on them? No way.

Stella:  Don’t you chew and lick on your nails?

Me:  Not anymore. I did sometimes when I was a kid.

Stella:  Well, all I can say is that you are missing out on a special treat.

 

 

 

 

 

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Where Is Our Snow? – Conversations with Stella

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I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. I demand that the weather humans tell us where has winter gone?

Me:  The weather humans?

Stella:  Those humans that point to stuff and say, “It’s going to be this tomorrow and it’s going to be that the next day” and then it’s never the way they say.

Me:  It is. Sometimes. Weather is very changeable around here. What’s the problem? It was pleasant this afternoon. 80 degrees. Not usual for this time of year, but I’ve seen it before.

Stella:  But this is what you call winter.

Me:  Yeah.

Stella:  And winter is cold.

Me:  Around here, maybe.

Stella:  I want to know one thing. Where is our snow?

Me:  Snow is an iffy thing here.

Stella:  I saw snow on the Picture Box. There was a lot of it.

Me:  That was up north of here by a good ways. Lots of folks suffered from too much snow.

Stella:  If they have too much, why don’t they share it with us?

Me:  Snow doesn’t work that way. It pretty much stays where it falls. I wouldn’t mind taking some of the burden, but there is no way to ship it to where we are.

Stella:  Not fair. Tell those weather humans that they need to do a better job of spreading the snow around.

 

 

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He Looks Like a Squirrel to Me – Conversations with Stella

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I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Humans were talking stupid stuff today. There is supposedly a fat squirrel a long way from here that the humans think can tell what the weather will be in the future. I am glad he is a long way from here, because I would chase him if he were where I am. And I would, too. You just watch me.

Me:  Are you talking about Punxsutawney Phil?

Stella:  Something like that, yeah.

Me:  That’s a groundhog, not a squirrel.

Stella:  He looks like a squirrel to me. I know how squirrels are. They are always wrong.

Me:  About the weather?

Stella:  About everything.

Me:  It’s a tradition up in Punxsutawney that Phil can predict when spring weather will come based on whether or not he sees his shadow today. If he sees his shadow, there will be six more weeks of winter. If he does not see his shadow, spring will come early.

Stella:   And he did not see his shadow today so he says there will be an early spring.

Me:  That’s what I heard.

Stella:  What are shadows caused by, Lady Human?

Me:   Light shining on something.

Stella:  So old Phil did not see his shadow because there was no sun where he was today.

Me:  That’s the report.

Stella:  Was it cold where he was today?

Me:  Yes.

Stella:  Was it cold here?

Me:  You know. It was 63 degrees. Like spring.

Stella:  Lady Human, I think Phil is confused. I think he was predicting our weather, not his. That’s what humans get for listening to a squirrel.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Great Slinger of Goo – Conversations with Stella and Doodlebug

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I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. I know that drool is popular among bulldogs, but I do not drool. You will never see me drool. I am a non-drooler.

Me:   What is this about, Stella?

Stella:   Ask Doodlebug.

Me:   What is this about, Doodlebug?

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Doodlebug:   I have no idea.

Stella:  Watch out! Here it comes!

Me:  Whoa! Hey, guy! Keep that stuff to yourself!

Doodlebug:  It’s got to go somewhere.

Stella:  I told you, Lady Human. He slings goo all over the place.

Me:  I’ve seen it before, but this must be a new record for distance.

Stella:  Doodle, why can’t you keep your drool to yourself?

Doodlebug:  I do, most of the time. Just look in my water bowl.

Me:  He’s right, Stella. Drool is heavy. It sinks to the bottom of his water bowl. I find it every day when I wash it out.

Stella:  You mean he could be slinging even more goo than he is? Gross! Even for a bulldog!

 

 

 

 

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Squawking Squirrel – Conversations with Wiggles and Miss Sweetie

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I am Wiggles, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Miss Sweetie:  No, you aren’t. Aunt Stella is. Don’t make stuff up.

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Wiggles:  Hey, Stella isn’t out here with us. She doesn’t know what I am saying.

Miss Sweetie:   Okay. I will tell her what you said later when we get back inside.

Jerky McSquirrelyFace:   Chuk. Chuk. Chuk. Ahck. Ahck. Ahck.

Miss Sweetie:  Cool! Look at that! Lady Human, what is the squirrel saying?

Me:   I don’t know. I don’t speak squirrel.

Wiggles:  What is he doing with his tail?

Me:  I think it is some kind of signal. But he is looking straight at me.

Jerky McSquirrelyFace:  Chuk! Chuk! Chuk! Chuk! Ahck!

Me:  Okay. I think he is saying to watch out. There are predators around.

Wiggles:  What predators? I don’t see any predators?

Me:  I think he means us. Especially me. He is still looking right at me.

Miss Sweetie:  That is not fair. I am a predator. Why isn’t he looking at me? Now I feel left out.

Me:  Maybe he is warning me that you are the predators.

Wiggles:  Lady Human, never listen to a squirrel. All they do is talk gibberish.

 

 

 

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Coyotes! No! – Conversations with Stella

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I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Aaagghh!

Me:   Calm down.

Stella:   No! I absolutely refuse to calm down. I heard you. I heard the humans talking about wild coyotes in our neighborhood! I heard about what those coyotes have been doing!

Me:   It has nothing to do with you all. Or with our chickens. You are all shielded by a tall, strong fence.

Stella:   Who said that those coyotes can’t climb? Who said that those coyotes can’t eat a fence?

Me:   Those coyotes can’t eat this fence. Not since Tall Man reinforced it. And how did you know what a coyote is?

Stella:   I know things. I hear things. And what is a coyote?

Me:   A coyote is a wild variety of canine. In other words, a wild dog that is native to these lands.

Stella:   Have you ever seen one around here?

Me:   Yes, years ago I saw one down the road, walking in a ditch. Sure surprised me.

Stella:   Are they supposed to be here?

Me:   They disappeared from around here decades ago. I guess a lot of construction has driven them into our areas again. But…you’ve heard them crying before, remember?

Stella:   No. When?

Me:   When you and I went camping out west of here.

Stella:   That time in the grass country?

Me:   I guess you could call it that.

Stella:   I don’t remember them.

Me:   They were crying in the hills. But they didn’t come close to where we were camped. Maybe the human scent kept them away.

Stella:   And now they are here?

Me:   Not the same pack, I’m sure. Others. They’re hunting.

Stella:   How can we stay safe then?

Me:   You stay inside and when we are outside, you stay around the house.

Stella:   Are you sure?

Me:   Yes. I am sure.

Stella:   Okay. I guess I will have to take your word for it. And there is not much comfort in that.

 

 

 

 

 

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Mindless Barking – Conversations with Stella and the Pack

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Me:   Okay. It’s 6 a.m. I am not ready to get up. That is not in my schedule. Tiger is barking incessantly, rhythmically. I give up. I have to put a stop to this. Hey, what’s going on?

Stella:  I’ll just stay in bed, thank you.

Me:   As you wish. Hey, Tiger, what’s the deal?

Tiger:   Deal?

Me:   Why the barking? It’s too early.

Tiger:   I don’t know. Ask Sweetie. She started it.

Me:   Sweetie, what’s going on?

Miss Sweetie:   I heard a noise.

Me:   What type of noise?

Miss Sweetie:   A human noise from out there.

Me:   Why is that your business?

Miss Sweetie:   Everything is my business.

Me:   Okay, stop the mindless barking.

Miss Sweetie:   What is mindless barking?

Me:   Barking that has no mind or thought behind it.

Miss Sweetie:   I don’t have a mind or thought.

Doodlebug:   I told you so, Lady Human. That’s Sweetie. That’s the way she is.

Wiggles:   Is it time for breakfast?

Me:   No.

Wiggles:   Then everybody, go back to sleep!

Stella:   Too late. Already there.

 

 

 

 

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Sneaky, Sneaky Squirrel – Conversations with Stella

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I am Stella, Queen…of…the…Olde English…Bulldogges. What’s that?

Me:   Whoa! What’s wrong?

Stella:   Shhh. I’m being stalked. You probably are, too, Lady Human. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Boom!

Me:   Boom? Boom what? Boom where?

Stella:   Look!

Me:   Where?

Stella:   Never mind. Whatever it is, it’s moved on. But make no mistake, we are being stalked.

Me:   Are you talking about Jerky the Squirrel?

Stella:   Jerky McSquirrelyFace?

Me:   Yeah, he’s been hanging around here for days. He’s still harvesting acorns here. There he is!

Stella:   Hey! You! Yeah, you! Who do you think you are, sneaking up on me like that!

Me:   He thinks he is a squirrel and that is his tree perch. In that, he is right.

Stella:   Sneaky, sneaky, sneaky. Walking around on those little softy feet of yours.

Me:   Well, what other feet would he use?

Stella:   Next time, wave that bushy tail of yours to let me know you are there. Sneaky squirrel.

Me:   He’s been waving that tail the whole time. You know, I think he’s got his eyes on you even more than you have your eyes on him.

Stella:   Nonsense. He lives in a tree. How much can he see?

 

 

 

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Bulldog Ballet – Conversations with Stella

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I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. It was a pleasant day outside today for a change. No rain. Not as cold. Sunny and bright.

Me:   I saw you. You did the oddest thing with your legs.

Stella:   If I did it, it was not odd.

Me:   I mean, when you finished with your…outside obligations, you kicked your feet behind you as you always do…

Stella:   I am polite. I always wipe my feet.

Me:   But you did more than that. You held each of your hind legs, one at a time, out behind you, like you were stretching, but very gracefully. Like you were a ballet dancer.

Stella:   I don’t know what a ballet dancer is. Are they bulldogs?

Me:   Well, no. But what you did today reminded me of them. I was impressed.

Stella:   You realize, don’t you, Lady Human, that I had just finished going to the bathroom.

Me:   Yes, I know.

Stella:   Do humans dance ballet in the bathroom?

Me:   There’s not much room in most bathrooms, but yeah, some probably do.

Stella:   I used to want you to build us a bulldog bathroom in the house. I still do when it’s really wet, or really hot, or really cold. But now I’m glad that I get to go outside. There is much more room for bulldog ballet.

 

 

 

 

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Bedtime – Now! – Conversations with Stella

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I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Bedtime! Bedtime! Now!

Me:   Looks like everyone is asleep already.

Stella:   Do I look like I am asleep?

Me:   No, but…

Stella:   Are you asleep?

Me:   No, but…

Stella:   That was the whole point. Do you notice something about my eyes?

Me:   Well, they are open…

Stella:   And…

Me:   They are staring right at me.

Stella:   Guess what?

Me:   What?

Stella:   They are going to keep doing this until we go to bed.

Me:   I set my own bedtime.

Stella:   How wrong you are! Hey, what are you doing?

Me:   I am averting my gaze.

Stella:   That sounds painful.

Me:   It means that I am not looking at you. Keep on staring all you want.

Stella:   Oh, I am. Bedtime. Bedtime. Bedtime. Bedtime. Bedtime…

Me:   Okay. Okay. We’ll go.

Stella:   If you insist, Lady Human.

 

 

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The Wild, Weird Wind – Conversations with Stella

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I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. I have made up a song of my people because of the wind today that won’t slow down and won’t stop blowing. Mmmm. Ahammm! Oh, the wild weird wind will blow, blow, blow and will not slow, slow, slow, and it’s so cold, cold, cold, so on, on, on it will go, go, go, it never stops, oh, no, no, no!

Me:   Why is the wind ‘weird’?

Stella:   Because it was not blowing and then it was. And that was weird. So, if something is weird, go ahead and call it weird. Might as well be honest. And besides, it is very, very cold, and that is weird.

Me:   It is winter. How is the cold weird?

Stella:   Lady Human, please pay attention.

Me:   I’ll try.

Stella:   We are in Texas.

Me:   Right.

Stella:   Where did this cold wind come from? Texas?

Me:   Nope.

Stella:   You see. Weird, huh?

Me:   It came from the Arctic, far, far north of here.

Stella:   Exactly. Weird. And why did they send their strong, cold wind here?

Me:   I don’t believe that they sent it.

Stella:   Of course, they did. How else did it get here?

Me:   Well…

Stella:   Don’t go into one of your long, boring explanations that makes no sense whatsoever. Somebody sent a cold, hard wind here that just keeps blowing and blowing and blowing and…

Me:   Welcome to winter.

Stella:   Winter? I don’t remember having to put up with this sort of thing before.

Me:   Winter is back.

Stella:   Well, tell it to pack its bags and go back where it came from.

Me:   We need winter. Winter kills off the bad bugs.

Stella:   Get a can of bug spray.

 

 

 

 

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Sausage Dog Roll – Conversations with Stella

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I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Me:   Move over.

Stella:   What?

Me:   Move over.

Stella:   What are you talking about?

Me:   Stella, this is a narrow bed. This is my bed. You are right in the middle of it. If you don’t move over, I have no space to sleep. There’s not even enough room for me to curl into a ball.

Stella:   Whatever.

Me:   Okay, here it comes.

Stella:   Here comes what?

Me:   The sausage dog roll.

Stella:   I don’t smell anything. Did you buy it at the special store for sausage rolls?

Me:   I’m talking about you.

Stella:   I don’t understand.

Me:   You are the sausage dog and I am going to roll you.

Stella:  Wait! What’s going on?

Me:   You are getting rolled over, Sausage Dog.

Stella:   It feels so weird.

Me:   You are just rolling from one side to the other. I refuse to be ousted from my own bed.

Stella:   Why Sausage Dog?

Me:   Well, when I look at you in the middle of my bed, you look for all the world like a sausage. Except that you have hair. And you are a dog. But your shape is sort of…

Stella:   A sausage?

Me:   Yeah.

Stella:   All this talk of sausages makes me think…Can I have a sausage?

Me:   Fresh out.

Stella:   Okay. Can I still have cheese?

Me:   Yeah, sure. Although that may be one reason you look like a sausage dog.

Stella:   Meh, small price to pay.

 

 

 

 

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What Would I Do Without You? – Conversations with Stella

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I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. At time I may seem demanding. That is because I am. Why not demand my due? I am special. But I have to admit that without my humans, my life would be much reduced.

Me:   Aw, Stella, that is so nice for you to…

Stella:   That does not mean that I am not special. It simply means that I admit that I have had help.

Me:   Well, that’s still nice…

Stella:   A little tiny bit of help.

Me:   And what form has this help taken, pray tell?

Stella:   Primarily in the form of treats, day and night. For example, what would I do without my special oat O’s and special cheese at night? Sshhhhh! I know that the others don’t get those treats. That is my special prerogative. After all, there should be a few perks to being queen. Otherwise, what’s the big deal?

Me:   I think the big deal, as you put it, has nothing to do with perks, or special cheese, or oat O’s, but in the responsibility that the position imposes.

Stella:   Blah, blah, blah. What are you talking about?

Me:   Something important that humans continually forget.

Stella:   Does that mean that there is not going to be a special bedtime snack tonight?

Me:   Not at all. There will be. But there would be responsibility even if there weren’t treats.

Stella:    If I had my druthers, I would take the treats.

Me:   And how long would you be queen after that?

Stella:   Hmmm. Not very long. If I were not queen, would you still bring me cheese?

Me:   Maybe. Probably.

Stella:    As long as cheese is involved, I am happy. Carry on.

Me:   Oh, all right.

Stella:   What was that?

Me:   Your Majesty.

Stella:  Not perfect, but better.

 

 

 

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Sassy Walking – Conversations with Stella and the Pack

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I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Watch me walk. I am sassy when I walk.

Me:   Yes, you are.

Tiger:   You know who is sassier when they walk? Me.

Stella:   Hush that ugly talk! I’m sassier than anybody.

Wiggles:   What about my dancing? Isn’t that sassy?

Me:   Yes, indeed. Your dancing is sassy. You are a great tap dancer.

Stella:   But not as sassy as me, right?

Tiger:   But not as sassy as me, right, Lady Human?

Miss Sweetie:   What is sassy? Am I sassy?

Doodlebug:   You are a rampager, Sweetie. Rampaging is not sassy. It is straightforward. Like me.

Me:   Yeah, Doodle is a prancer. Like a stallion. Pretty straightforward.

Doodlebug:   And sassy.

Me:   A little bit, yeah.

Miss Sweetie:   Why is rampaging not sassy?

Tiger:  Rampaging means you are charging through the world without any style or glamour. Sassy means you are stylish like me. Showing off. I am a show off because I’ve got so much to show off.

Stella:   How about when I show off? Everybody watches when I show off.

Me:   Probably because you stand in the middle of the room and play bow until I notice.

Stella:   You notice. Everybody notices. Sassy.

 

 

 

 

 

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Oh, My Pounding Ears! – Conversations with Stella

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I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human, there is an attack going on! Help! Loud noises! Call those people who wear shiny stars and drive cars with wild flashing lights! Hurry!

Me:   Stella, it’s all right.

Stella:   Why do you always say that? It is not all right! Do you hear that?

Me:   Not as well as you do, but yes. And it is all right. It is the sound of construction going on.

Stella:   Construction? It sounds terrible. Please make it stop!

Me:   No, it’s a good thing. One of our neighbors is having his floors replaced.

Stella:   Why couldn’t he keep his floors and spare us the pounding and the hammering and the…

Me:   His floors were damaged by water.

Stella:   How? Water is good. How could it hurt a floor?

Me:   Too much water can hurt lots of things. Anyway, his floor is being replaced.

Stella:   Too much pounding, too much noise can hurt my ears.

Me:   Congratulations on your amazing hearing.

Stella:   If that noise keeps up, you are about to congratulate me on my amazing barking.

 

 

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