Flippin’ Out – Conversations with Stella

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges…

Me:        I have a question.

Stella:    Typical.

Me:        It’s not a big deal. I was just wondering…

Stella:    Spit it out. That’s what a bulldog would do.

Me:        Every morning you stretch and yawn and slowly greet the day, but when it’s bedtime, you come rip-roaring into my room…

Stella:    Yep.

Me:        You jump onto my bed…

Stella:    With help from my boosters.

Me:        And you roll and flip and jump and paw…

Stella:    And dance and laugh and drool and…

Me:        It’s bedtime though. Time to wind down, not to get wound up.

Stella:    And turn and turn and whirl…

Me:        But it’s nighttime. I would think you would be tired. I sure am.

Stella:    And prance and squirm around…

Me:        There is an old proverb. “All the speed is in the morning.” All your speed is at night.

Stella:    Proverb? Is that food?

Me:        No. Yes. Food for thought, yes.

Stella:    But it’s not like chicken.

Me:        No.

Stella:    Well, you can keep that then.

 

 

 

 

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Customer Service is Closed for the Night – Conversations with Stella and the Pack

Me:   I am not Stella. I am not Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. I am merely a tired human who does not seem to be making any bulldog happy today, except Miss Sweetie…maybe.

Stella:    Hey, cut it out!

Me:        Okay, I will cut it out. I am going to bed early.

Stella:    No! Not allowed!

Snoopey:   But I want…

Tiger:     What about my…

Doodlebug:   Don’t forget my…

Wiggles:   More blankeys…

Me:        You have three.

Wiggles:   I need a thousand more.

Miss Sweetie:    One of my four chew toys is missing. Right over there. Go get it for me.

Me:        Customer service is closed for the night. Please stop by again in the morning when it will reopen.

Stella:    I told you all that the service in this hotel is terrible.

Me:        Once again, our home. Not a hotel.

Stella:    Mark my words. Tomorrow, I will be speaking to the manager.

Me:        Well, best wishes in finding one. I don’t know who is in charge here.

 

 

 

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It’s Past Your Bedtime, Human! – Conversations with Stella

I am Stella, Queen Illustrious and Noble. Oh, and I am an Olde English Bulldogge.

Me:        And you all are not, I repeat, NOT in charge of my sleep schedule. I repeat – NOT!

Stella:    How rude, Lady Human, and how excessively repetitive! And how incorrect.

Me:        No, no, no. You all govern much of my daily schedule. You have no say-so as to when I go to bed.

Stella:    Personally, I don’t care, but Snoopey expects a regular sleepy time.

Me:        So I heard.

Stella:    She told you?

Me:        She complains loudly starting around 10 p.m.

Stella:    Why don’t you just go to bed when she wants to?

Me:        Bulldogs are not the only creatures that can be stubborn.

Stella:    Yes, we are!

Me:        No, you’re not!

Stella:    Yes, we are! Yes, we are! Yes, we are! Are you trying to ruin our reputation?

Me:        I am an adult human. NOBODY tells me when to go to bed!

Snoopey:   Time for bed!

Me:        Okay.

 

 

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