Bed Battles – Conversations with Stella and the Pack

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I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Move over, Lady Human. There’s not enough room.

Me:  You are right. There is not enough room. You move over.

Wiggles:  Hey, quiet down. We folks are trying to get some sleep.

Me:  You folks?

Tiger:  What’s all the noise about?

Stella:  Lady Human is being selfish. She’s hogging the bed.

Doodlebug:  Don’t you mean ‘dogging’ the bed?

Miss Sweetie:  I’ve been back there. There is not a whole lot of extra room on that bed. I prefer to stretch out in here. And in there. So long as I don’t fall off. It’s a great bed.

Me:  Come on, Stella. Be a friend. Move on over.

Stella:  All right. There.

Me:  You call that a move?

Stella:  Sure. I was over there. Now I am here.

Wiggles:  BEDTIME!

Tiger:  SLEEP TIME!

Doodlebug:  QUIET!

Miss Sweetie:  Huh?

Me:  Well, I’m going to sleep in my own bed comfortably even if it means rolling a bulldog over.

Stella:  Yeah, okay, whatever.

Me:  Here we go.

Stella:  Hey, what’s going on?

Me:  Sausage dog roll.

Stella:  Oh, that’s okay then. Good night, Lady Human.

Me:  Good night, girl.

Stella:  By giving up, I win.

Me:  Win what?

Stella:  The Bed Battles. I’m still here.

Me:  So am I.

Stella:  Yeah, but you are missing some inches on your side of the bed.

 

 

 

 

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Birds! Be Quiet! – Conversations with Stella

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I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Morning comes too early. Here I am, minding my own business, and all of a sudden, peep, peep, peep, squawk, squawk, squawk, caw, caw, caw, tweet, tweet, tweet. Why are you laughing, Lady Human? This is serious.

Me:  Oh, just the tweet, tweet, tweet complaint. It’s nothing. It’s a human thing.

Stella:  No, it is a bird thing! Go out there and tell those loud mouths to be quiet!

Me:  I am glad they are here. There were no songbirds around here for a long time.

Stella:  That’s because we bulldogs were chasing them off.

Me:  Actually, it’s because grackles showed up in droves…no, that would be cattle. They showed up in a flock, or rather, an “annoyance” and they took over. The other types of birds left.

Stella:  Annoyance. Yes. That’s it. Tell those annoying birds to be quiet! If I don’t get to bark my silly head off, they don’t get to open their loud mouths.

Me:  Are you saying that you have a silly head?

Stella:  What? No! Who said that? Who called my head silly?

Me:  You did. Just then.

Stella:  My silly head is not the issue, Lady Human! Tell those silly-headed birds to stop the noise. If I don’t get to be a silly head, they don’t either.

 

 

 

 

 

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Each Unique Voice – Conversations with Stella and the Pack

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

Me:  Stella, what are you noising about?

Stella:  How can you tell that was me? You’re in the other room. You can’t see me. Or can you? Are you spying on me, Lady Human?

Me:  I can tell your unique tone most of the time. And no, I am not spying on you, but if I want to, I will.

Stella:  Unique?

Me:  One of a kind.

Stella:  You can tell which one of us is talking?

Me:  Mostly. You confuse me every now and again.

Stella:  Okay, stay where you are and tell me who is speaking now?

Me:  That’s Sweetie.

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Miss Sweetie:  Yes! That’s great, Lady Human! Listen to me! Is this me?

Stella:  Sweetie! Of course, it is. You can’t give it away. Lady Human, who’s this?

Me:  Doodlebug. I can tell by his high pitch. He uses that when he wants something.

Doodlebug:  That’s right. So where is the treat that I want.

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Stella:  Wait, Doodle. The game is not over. Okay, who is this?

Me:  You.

Stella:  Awww. I thought I could fool you. I was trying to sound like Wiggles.

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Wiggles:  You don’t sound like me at all.

Stella:  All right. Tiger, you say something.

Tiger:  Nope. Not playing.

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Stella:  Why not?

Tiger:  I am saving my voice for when I need it.

Me:  Each of you has a unique voice. You each sound different. I know that because of how much I have hung around each of you.

Stella:  Does each human have a unique voice like a bulldog?

Me:  Well, not like a bulldog. Like a human, yes, I believe so. Even if we sound similar, we are each unique.

Stella:  Is this one of those things the Great Creator does?

Me:  Yes, even so.

Stella:  Cool. But I have the most unique voice, right?

Me:  Unique is unique. One is not more unique than another.

Stella:  Oh, Lady Human. Now you’re just talking nonsense. I am the most unique of all.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Take Advantage – Conversations with Stella and Tiger

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I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. I feel insulted.

Me:  Oh, no. What now?

Stella:  You know what happened.

Me:  Are you talking about your special bathroom area and how someone did not care to use it?

Stella:  Yes, and yes and you know who it was.

Me:  I know.

Stella:  I very generously offered Tiger my special rainy-day bathroom spot and what did she do?

Me:  She did not take advantage of it and ran back inside.

Stella:  Exactly. What do you have to say for yourself, Tiger?

Tiger:  Mmmmmm.  I got scared.

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Stella:  Of what?

Tiger:  That big weird room with all the metal and funny smells.

Me:  We call it the ‘garage’. The funny smells are from lawnmowers and edgers and other such machines. But you made it past all that and I was out there with you.

Tiger:  Yes, there was green grass and fresh air and then, that thing…that rolling thing…that scary rolling box thing.

Me:  The man who drove by? I know him. He’s not scary.

Tiger:  He scared me.

Me:  Listen! Never pass up an opportunity to go to the bathroom if you need to. Take advantage of your opportunities. What happened a few minutes after you ran back in the house?

Tiger:  I had to go to the bathroom.

Me:  See!

Tiger:  Sorry, Lady Human, but I reserve the right to select my favorite bathroom spot, just like you do.

 

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Scrunch Up – Conversations with Stella

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I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Me:  And I am cramped.

Stella:  Lady Human, are you still complaining about the size of my bed?

Me:  No, your bed is fine. I am complaining about my bed. It seems someone is always stretched out right in the center.

Stella:  That’s easy. Just move over.

Me:  I can’t. I’m not the one in the center.

Stella:  Even easier. Take up less space.

Me:  I can’t do that either. You take up less space. Scrunch up.

Stella:  I can’t scrunch up. I am a bulldog. There’s no scrunch in me.

 

 

 

 

 

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Sleep Time – Conversations with Stella

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I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. I have a new song. Listen to this, Lady Human! Play time! Play time! Jumping on the bed! Jumping on the bed is for me!

Me:  Or how about this? Sleep time. Sleep time. Laying on the bed. Laying on the bed, quiet and still.

Stella:  Is that a new song of yours?

Me:  No, but it should be. Sleep time, Stella.

Stella:  I don’t like it. That song’s not near as good. I like mine better. Let me sing it again. Then you can jump on the bed, too.

Me:  I don’t jump on beds anymore, girl. I haven’t jumped on a bed since I was a kid.

Stella:   You must’ve been a fun kid, Lady Human. What happened?

Me:  I got too tall to jump on a bed without hitting my head on the light fixture in the ceiling. Plus, it was against the house rules.

Stella:  Why?

Me:  So that I wouldn’t hit my head on the light fixture in the ceiling. Or fall off the bed and get hurt.

Stella:  Silly house rules! That doesn’t apply to me. I won’t hit my head on the ceiling fan. Play time! Play time! Jumping on the bed! Jumping on the bed is for me!

Me:  Stella.

Stella:  Hmmm?

Me:  We have another house rule. Sleep time.

Stella:  Awww.

Me:  Check with me again when the sun comes up.

Stella:  Nope. When the sun comes up is when I go back to bed. That’s the real sleep time. Get your clock straight, ma’am. Play time! Play time! Jumping on the bed…

Me:  Oh, no.

 

 

 

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Strike a Pose – Conversations with Stella

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I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Yeah, me! Look at this! And this! Now I’ll do it this way. And this…

Me:  Stella, you are a hoot!

Stella:  No, I am a bulldog.

Me:  I mean, you are funny. What are you doing?

Stella:  I am a queen. Queens know how to strike a pose. Like those humans on the Picture Box. So now I stand like this. And now I stand like that.

Me:  Well, you look good. And funny. But why are you doing it?

Stella:  Isn’t it obvious?

Me:  Maybe to you. Not to me.

Stella:  It is so the other bulldogs will appreciate me and admire me.

Me:  Uh, the others seem to be napping.

Stella:  They’re pretending. They’ve got their eyes on me. So, I hop around like this. And sit like this. And stand like that.

Me:  I find your poses highly entertaining. At least I’m watching. How about if I strike a pose, too?

Stella:  What? No. This is my thing. Lady Human, I am suddenly quite tired. I think I will take a nap. Go pose if you like. Nobody will be watching.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Get Your Own Bed! – Conversations with Stella

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I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Me:  Hey, girl, give me a little more room, okay?

Stella:  No, not okay. I am comfortable.

Me:  I’m not. I am way bigger than you are.

Stella:  How is that my fault?

Me:  Not a matter of fault. A matter of fact. Scooch over.

Stella: Get your own bed.

Me:  I did. This is it.

Stella:  Why don’t I have a bed?

Me:  Uh, counting this one, you have three beds.

Stella:  Yeah, but this one is my favorite.

Me:  Mine, too. Scooch over.

Stella:  How do you ask someone to scooch over politely?

Me:  Scooch over, please.

Stella:  Not good enough.

Me:  What is good enough?

Stella:  A new big bed just for me.

Me:  There’s not enough room in here for another bed.

Stella:  Sure there is. Clean out that place where you keep hanging all those clothes of yours.

Me:  My closet? No way. You will have to learn to share.

Stella:  Share? What an ugly thing to say, Lady Human!

 

 

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Can You Make It Stay This Way Forever? – Conversations with Stella

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

Me:  Hey, yeah, what is it. Girl?

Stella:  Can you make this stay just the way it is?

Me:  This what?

Stella:  You know. Not too hot outside. Not too cold outside. Not too cold inside. Not too hot inside. Perfect. Can you make it stay perfect?

Me:  Uh. I’d like to. Today was pretty perfect, wasn’t it? I mean it was cloudy, but not rainy and not windy and no hot sun. You all enjoyed it, didn’t you? Even without the sunbaths.

Stella:  Sunbaths are great. But yeah, it was nice walking around on dry ground and not rushing to get back inside. I would like it if you would schedule more days for us like this.

Me:  I wish I could say truthfully that such a thing is in my power.

Stella:  Work on that, will you?

 

 

 

 

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Stop the Baby Talk – Conversations with Stella

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I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human has fallen into a bad habit. She speaks to us as though we are babies.

Me:  I do not.

Stella: “Time to go out. Go pooh-pooh, pee-pee.” Sounds like silly baby talk to me. When you open the door, don’t you think that we know what to do outside?

Me:  Uh, well, what I’ve noticed is that sometimes you all get to playing around and exploring and then you forget to get your business done.

Stella: “Business”? What is “business”?

Me:  That’s what my very polite father called bathroom matters.

Stella:  That’s strange. I thought ‘business’ is what humans say they do when they go to those mysterious places you call ‘work’.

Me:  It’s both, I guess.

Stella:  I like your father’s word. No more baby talk. Just call it ‘business’. We get the idea.

 

 

 

 

 

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Clean Up Your Own Mess – Conversations with Stella and the Pack

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I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human! Lady Human! Where have you been?

Me:  Sorry. I’m only a few minutes late. What’s the…oh.

Stella:  Sweetie did it. I told her you were coming in the door, but she didn’t believe me. She peed right there anyway.

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Miss Sweetie:  I thought you were gone forever, Lady Human. I am sorry. I lost hope.

Tiger:  None of the rest of us did that. You just got impatient.

Wiggles:  Lady Human always comes back, Sweetie.

Me:  Okay, Sweetie, here’s a big towel. Clean up your mess.

Doodlebug:  What?

Stella:  Lady Human, what are you doing? You are the one who is supposed to clean up our messes.

Tiger:  We are dogs. We don’t do chores.

Doodlebug:  Look! Look at Sweetie.

Stella:  She’s using the towel to wipe up the mess.

Me:  I know. She’s done it before.

Miss Sweetie:  How’s that, Lady Human?

Me:  Good job. Let me take the towel. A little disinfectant here and there. And the job’s done.

Miss Sweetie:  Does that mean that I have your permission to pee in the house whenever…

Me:  No!

Stella:  No!

Tiger:  No!

Wiggles:  No!

Doodlebug:  No!

Miss Sweetie:  No?

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Sneaking Snacks – Conversations with Stella

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I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. I have been cheated.

Me:  Cheated? When did this happen?

Stella:  Don’t play innocent, Lady Human. You know what you did.

Me:  What did I do?

Stella:  You were filling up our nighttime snacks for the nighttime Picture Box. Then, very sneakily, you slipped your hand into the cracker box and put a cracker in your mouth. Very sneaky and very wrong.

Me:  What’s wrong with me eating a cracker? I buy the crackers. I set up the snacks. Why can’t I eat a cracker?

Stella:  Not fair. Not even. You are getting more.

Me:  You get more than the others.

Stella:  SHHHH!

Me:  Oh, you haven’t told them about that, have you?

Stella:  Can’t I have any secrets?

Me:  Since I am the one fixing the snacks, no, not from me.

Stella:  Okay. I understand. You get an extra cracker to keep silent about our late-night Picture Box snack. A small price to pay. Sort of. Just remember. I’ve got my eye on you. One extra cracker for you. No more.

 

 

 

 

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Wound Up Like An Eight-Day Clock – Conversations with Stella and the Pack

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I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges.

Tiger:  Make him stop, Lady Human!

Wiggles:  Yeah, he won’t stop!

Miss Sweetie:  Aunt Stella, make him stop! You are the queen!

Stella:  I can’t stop him. He won’t.

Me:  He is wound up like an eight-day clock.

Stella:  Well, he does have an alarm clock in his belly. He always knows when we should eat.

Me:  Doodlebug! Stop barking!

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Doodlebug:  I must bark. If I don’t, who will?

Me:  But there’s no reason to bark.

Doodlebug:  Of course, there is. Don’t you hear that?

Me:  Hear what?

Wiggles:  Wait. I hear it. But that doesn’t mean I am barking about it.

Me:  Now I do, too. That’s a machine they are using to remodel a house nearby. It has nothing to do with us.

Stella:  Is it an eight-day clock?

Me:  Nope.

Doodlebug:  It has something to do with me. It hurts my ears.

Me:  Sorry, Doodle. I can’t stop it. It won’t go on forever. Maybe you can settle down and take a nap.

Doodlebug:  Nope. I will just keep barking until they stop.

Me:  Oh, my.

Stella:  Lady Human, how do you unwind an eight-day clock?

 

 

 

 

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Fake Dog Staring Contest – Conversations with Stella

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I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human, that fake dog that Tall Man gave you is staring at me. Make him stop.

Me:  Stella, you know that the fake dog is not a real animal. I let you sniff it and you seemed satisfied.

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Stella:  Why do you need a fake dog when you have me?

Me:  The fake dog is a stuffed toy given as a token love gift. It is not a substitute for you. You are real. You are alive.

Stella:  He is staring at me. How dare he?

Me:  IT is just sitting where I placed IT. Do you want me to turn IT around so IT is not “looking” in your direction?

Stella:  No. If you do, he might get mad. Better that he and I meet eye-to-eye, predator to predator. What is that in his mouth? A bone? Is he taunting me?

Me:  He…It is not real. I’ll admit that it’s soft. It’s cute. It smells good. It was a gift from someone I love.

Stella:  So, you like him more than me?

Me:  When I pet you, you are soft. When I look at your face, you are cute. When I smell your scent, you smell…okay. And I believe with all my heart that you were a gift from God.

Stella:  You hear that, Fake Dog! So there! In your face! Wait! Is he angry?

Me:  Tell you what. Let me tuck it right back here on my headboard where I can see it, and you can’t. Better?

Stella:  Better. Not perfect. I know you’re there, Fake Dog! Don’t try anything!

 

 

 

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Oh, My! The Toilet Engineer Strikes Again! – Conversations with Stella and Miss Sweetie

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I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. It has happened again.

Me:  I am so sorry. I was detained outside.

Stella:  And in your absence, Miss Sweetie decided that she could not wait and she…constructed her own toilet. Appalling.

Me:  Actually, I find it remarkable.

Stella:  What if I started constructing my own toilet? Would that be remarkable?

Me:  Well…yeah. Okay. So, Miss Sweetie used her food bowl as a toilet.

Stella:  Gross. Yuck. Horrible.

Me:  It’s not the first time that she has done something like this.

Stella:  I know! It doesn’t make it less appalling.

Me:  I am cleaning and sterilizing it. It’s not something I want to do.

Stella:  You agree. It’s…yuck!

Me:  Yeah but think about this. She…deposited the…refuse… all in one place. She is very specific.

Stella:  Next time she needs to be specific and go outside.

Me:  I am not usually distracted during bathroom time. Today was different.

Stella:  Don’t let it happen again.

Miss Sweetie:  Lady Human, I am so sorry. I couldn’t wait any longer.

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Me:  That’s all right, Sweetie. I understand. I appreciate that you…contained it.

Miss Sweetie:  I did my best.

Me:  You made it a lot easier to clean up. Just understand. When I go outside, I am not going to stay out there forever.

Miss Sweetie:  In bathroom matters, please define ‘forever’.

 

 

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Egg Aficionado – Conversations with Wiggles

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I am Wiggles. I am not Stella. Shhh! I am trying to sneak some eggs from Lady Human. Don’t tell anybody.

Me:  You can have an egg or two.

Wiggles:  Whisper, Lady Human. If they hear you, I’ll miss my advantage.

Me:  I have enough eggs for everybody. You won’t miss out.

Wiggles:  But if you give me an egg in the kitchen when nobody else is looking, that is super special.

Me:  Okay. Well, here.

Wiggles:  Mmmm…

Stella:  Hey, what’s going on in there?

Me:  Nothing.

Wiggles:  I told you. Whisper.

Me:  Here. Have another one.

Wiggles:  Thanks, Lady Human. How come?

Me:  Just because. You are a true egg lover. I’ve never seen anybody love eggs as much as you do.

Wiggles:  They taste great. They smell wonderful. They are the perfect food. So is every other type of food.

Stella:  Hey, everybody! Wiggles is getting something in the kitchen that we aren’t! Charge!

Me:  Sorry, Wiggles, the game is up. They’re onto us.

Wiggles:  Hey, I still got mine. It was a nice try, Lady Human. Next time, talk less, whisper more. They are always listening and smelling.

 

 

 

 

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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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