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The Ugliest Word – Conversations with Stella

Posted on January 11, 2022 by H.J. Hill

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Uh-oh. I feel it coming.

Me: Wiggles, go on outside. Wiggles. Wiggles. NOW!

Stella: I knew it. The ugliest word in human language. NOW! Like we can’t pick our own time to potty.

Me: If I wait for y’all to pick your own time to do anything, it likely won’t get done right.

Stella: How insulting, Lady Human! We don’t tell you when to do stuff. What if we did? Lady Human, feed us NOW! Lady Human, give us treats NOW! Lady Human, put down that little Picture Box and go to sleep NOW!

Me: But you do tell me that every night. Only you do it with your paw.

Stella: Because I refuse to say ugly words like NOW.

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The Exploding Head – Conversations with Stella and the Pack

Posted on January 11, 2022 by H.J. Hill

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

Me: Uh.

Stella: Lady Human, are you there?

Me: Uh.

Wiggles: I think something is wrong with her. Is something wrong with you, ma’am?

Miss Sweetie: Something has to be wrong with her. Her head keeps exploding.

Me: Uh

Doodlebug: She sounds like a bulldog. Nothing wrong with that.

Stella: Maybe we should do something.

Wiggles: Like what?

Doodlebug: I know! We can jump on her.

Miss Sweetie: Humans don’t do well when you jump on them. They flatten out.

Me: Achoo! Uh.

Stella: There it is again. Everybody, stand back! Lady Human?

Me: Uh.

Stella: We are going to sit here and stare at you until it is supper time. Then your head will have to stop exploding and you will have to get up and take care of us. Problem solved.

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Finding A Voice – Conversations with Stella and MoonCat

Posted on January 7, 2022 by H.J. Hill

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges.

MoonCat: And I am MoonCat, Queen of everything. Meow! That means, Howdy!

Stella: No, no, no, not Queen.

MoonCat: By the way, Lady Human, one more thing. FOOD!

Me: Is that all you ever think about?

MoonCat: Yes. I thought that was obvious. Oh. And I think about how I am Queen of Everything and how awesome I am.

Me: Wow! That’s a lot to take in. You’ll have to let me ponder that. Now that you’ve found your voice, I’m not sure that we are going to agree all the time.

MoonCat: No need to agree. I am right. That’s all you need to know. And now…as I said…FOOD!

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Cats Need Not Apply – Conversations with Stella and Doodlebug

Posted on January 4, 2022 by H.J. Hill

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Ew! Doodlebug! MoonCat is drinking out of your water bowl!

Doodlebug: Yeah, she does that sometimes.

Me: MoonCat, your water bowl is where it always is. What’s going on?

MoonCat: Bulldog water tastes better.

Me: And this doesn’t bother you, Doodlebug?

Doodlebug: Nope. Plenty for all.

Stella: Well, it bothers me! It is unseemly and…well…well…unbulldoggy.

Doodlebug: MoonCat is a bulldog now.

Stella: Noooo! Not possible. Cats can’t be bulldogs. Period!

Doodlebug: She asked to join our pack and I said yes.

Stella: Cats can’t just apply and become bulldogs. Bulldogs are special. Bulldogs are different.

Doodlebug: But she has a little mouth and tongue and doesn’t drink much, and we eat her food if it falls on the ground, so what’s the problem?

Stella: That’s different. Bulldogs are vacuums. We make the world a cleaner place.

Doodlebug: But she lets me drink from her water bowl.

Stella: Well, there’s no accounting for taste.

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Crazy Humans – Conversations with Stella

Posted on January 1, 2022 by H.J. Hill

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. What is happening, Lady Human?

Me: Crazy humans.

Stella: That’s nothing new. But tonight, they are so loud.

Me: Yeah. People with more money than common sense.

Stella: When will the noise stop?

Me: When they run out.

Stella: Run out of what?

Me: Money. Fireworks. Ammunition.

Stella: Those things must be abundant.

Me: Not really. And none of it is cheap.

Stella: Why do humans make such loud ugly noises?

Me: I think some of them are blowing off steam…almost literally. It has been a hard year for a whole lot of people. I like a good fireworks display as much as the next person, but that’s not what this is. And I have never understood the gunfire into the night sky.

Stella: How can you tell what is going on? I only hear loud noises.

Me: The big booms now and again are the fireworks. The fast, repeated pops are gunfire. This is why I made sure you all got out to potty and got back in early tonight. Those bullets come down somewhere. Our roofer found a couple in our roof a few years ago.

Stella: Why?

Me: Because people are stupid. And wasteful. And stressed.

Stella: Will it stop?

Me: Yes. It’s midnight. God help us all.

Stella: He will, Lady Human. He will.

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Listening Skills – Conversations with Stella and Miss Sweetie

Posted on December 31, 2021 by H.J. Hill

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Miss Sweetie: Huh?

Stella: Clean out your ears, Sweetie.

Miss Sweetie: Oh, Lady Human does that. I don’t like that much.

Stella: But you can hear better.

Miss Sweetie: Huh?

Me: She can hear. She’s just not listening.

Miss Sweetie: What’s that noise?

Me: It’s us talking.

Miss Sweetie: Talking to me?

Me: That was the general idea.

Miss Sweetie: Huh. I guess my ears need cleaning again. BUT PLEASE DON’T!

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Good Conduct Medal – Conversations with Stella

Posted on December 30, 2021December 30, 2021 by H.J. Hill

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. As Queen, I am awarding the first ever Bulldog Good Conduct Medal to…STELLA, QUEEN OF THE OLDE ENGLISH BULLDOGGES!

Me: You’re giving an award to yourself?

Stella: Who better? I am a wonderful companion. I do not eat human furniture. I only bark when I want to.

Me: Isn’t giving yourself an award a little…well…self-serving?

Stella: Of course. Who else would I serve?

Me: Then tell me, what form does this medal take? A gold disc in the shape of a bulldog? A plaque to hang above your bed?

Stella: No. Nothing stupid like that. And this is where you come in, Lady Human. Meat. My medal is to be made of meat. The good stuff, not some cheap substitute. And if you do a good job, I may just award you a Good Conduct Medal for Humans. Of course, that one will be made of meat, too – for me because I picked you.

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Don’t Bulldog Me – Conversations with Stella

Posted on December 30, 2021December 29, 2021 by H.J. Hill

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Me: Stella, time to go out, girl.

Stella: Mmmm, I respectfully decline.

Me: No, it is definitely time to go out now.

Stella: Nope.

Me: NOW, Stella. You are going out to potty NOW.

Stella: Saying words more than once will not change my mind.

Me: No options. Go outside.

Stella: You don’t bulldog me! Humans don’t have those skills. Never try to bulldog a bulldog ‘cuz we’ll bulldog you right back and guess what? BULLDOGS RULE! The End.

Me: Are you going to go out now?

Stella: Yeah, sure, why not?

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At the Point of Ridiculous – Conversations with Stella and MoonCat

Posted on December 29, 2021 by H.J. Hill

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human, MoonCat is starving to death again.

MoonCat: Meow! Food!

Me: MoonCat, you have food in your bowl, and I have already fed you 2 softy meals just since this morning with 2 more to come. If I put more down, you just let it go to waste.

MoonCat: Meow! More food!

Me: No, ma’am. Eat what you have. This is at the point of ridiculous.

Stella: The point of ridiculous doesn’t sound so bad. In fact, it sounds like a fun place. Let’s park at it for a while.

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What Dreams May Come – Conversations with Stella

Posted on December 29, 2021December 28, 2021 by H.J. Hill

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

Me: Stella, wake up!

Stella: What happened? Where am I?

Me: You’re fine. You were dreaming. I don’t like waking you up from a dream, but you were kicking and groaning.

Stella: Where is that ugly thing that was chasing me?

Me: It’s not here. It was only in your dream.

Stella: Why would I dream about such a thing?

Me: Hard to say. I have bad dreams sometimes, too. I guess everyone does. Some people think that bad dreams come from eating certain types of food right before bedtime.

Stella: The only thing I eat right before bed are…crackers! Did crackers cause my bad dream? ‘Cuz if so…who cares about a bad dream. Keep the crackers coming!

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Dress Up – Conversations with Stella

Posted on December 28, 2021December 28, 2021 by H.J. Hill

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde Bulldogges. What’cha doin’, Lady Human? ‘Cuz whatever it is, it looks kinda dumb.

Me: Why, thank you so much, Stella. I’m trying on some dressy clothes in case I need to dress up.

Stella: Isn’t that what humans do every day? You put on all that stuff.

Me: Yes, but there are clothes and then there are dress clothes. You know, for parties or church events or special business.

Stella: No, I don’t know. I have never understood why humans drape themselves with all that cloth. A blanket on a bed on a cold day or night, yes. But to walk around in and get caught on bushes and trees and brush and then you throw them in that loud machine and slosh them in water. Human nonsense. And now you tell me that you have to use different clothes for different days.

Me: And by the way, how about your special sweater that I made for you. When the next norther comes through, you should wear that.

Stella: Oh, no! I remember that thing. You can keep that dress up stuff all to yourself. I am proud to be naked and a dog.

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Who Do You Think You Are? – Conversations with Stella

Posted on December 28, 2021December 27, 2021 by H.J. Hill

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Me: Stella, you have to scooch over. I need to sit there.

Stella: Nope, I’m fine right where I am.

Me: I mean it. You haven’t left me enough room to sit down.

Stella: You sit too much as it is.

Me: Excuse me, but…

Stella: Okay, I excuse your butt. However, I prefer not to use that word, thank you.

Me: Uh, who do you think you are?

Stella: I know who I am. Haven’t you been paying attention all this time? I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. I thought that I had made that clear. Now who do YOU think YOU are?

Me: I am the owner of that chair.

Stella: Typical human behavior. Always grabbing everything for themselves.

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Fiddlin’ Around – Conversations with Stella

Posted on December 27, 2021December 27, 2021 by H.J. Hill

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. I’ll put this here. No. Here. And that goes over there. No. It goes over here, too.

Me: What are you doing, girl?

Stella: The same thing humans do. What does it look like?

Me: Looks like you’re fiddlin’ around with stuff.

Stella: Fiddlin’. Okay. I’m fiddlin’. Fiddlin’ sounds important.

Me: Well, sometimes. Like fiddlin’ with an engine to make it run. Or fiddlin’ on a violin which is a fiddle. But what you’re doing just looks like you’re moving one thing and then moving another to no real purpose.

Stella: Shows how much a human knows. This toy has to be in the right place for my head to rest on comfortably and so no one else, meaning you, Lady Human, can play with it. And this blanket has to be piled up over here to support my belly so it won’t slump on the mattress.

Me: Oh, excuse me. I totally misunderstood.

Stella: That’s because you like all humans were fiddlin’ in your head over things you know nothing about.

Where Is Our Snow? – Conversations with Stella

Posted on December 27, 2021December 26, 2021 by H.J. Hill

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human, everyone on the Picture Box has that cold, white stuff on the ground.

Me: Snow?

Stella: I don’t remember what it is called, but we don’t have any. Where is our cold, white stuff on the ground?

Me: We haven’t had any thus far this season, but it is way early for us to have snow. Did you really like it so much when we had it back in February?

Stella: No, of course not. Who like having cold, wet feet?

Me: What’s the problem then?

Stella: I don’t like walking in it. I just like looking at it. From a distance. With my feet all warm and toasty. Never mind. Cancel my order. I’ll just stick with the Picture Box stuff. This way I can enjoy it without living in it.

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The Pleasure of Your Company – Conversations with Stella

Posted on December 26, 2021 by H.J. Hill

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Why are you still a lay-abed, Lady Human?

Me: Well, I don’t have to be up early and it’s comfortable here.

Stella: Don’t you want breakfast? I thought that humans lived for breakfast.

Me: Huh, I thought bulldogs did. Why are you still a lay-abed?

Stella: Well, I don’t need to potty and it’s comfortable here and well, I like the pleasure of your company.

Me: I like the pleasure of your company, too, Stella. So does that mean you’ll skip breakfast?

Stella: Don’t be ridiculous! That’s taking togetherness way too far!

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Bright and Shiny – Conversations with Stella

Posted on December 25, 2021December 25, 2021 by H.J. Hill

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Your neck is shining, Lady Human. Something is different.

Me: Tall Man gave me a new cross necklace for Christmas.

Stella: Why?

Me: He was being nice, and he knew I would like it. I like the color blue and the cross reminds me of Jesus.

Stella: I thought humans did not wear collars.

Me: We don’t, except I guess that’s what a necklace looks like to you.

Stella: It is brighter and shinier than my collar. So when do I get mine?

Me: You’re what?

Stella: My bright and shiny necklace collar.

Me: I don’t think a necklace would last too long on a bulldog.

Stella: Typical. The humans hoarding all the bright and shiny for themselves.

Me: Tell ya what. You can get a new bright and shiny collar or I have one piece of cooked bacon here…

Stella: YES! That’s fair. That’s my idea of bright and shiny.

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