I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Doodlebug: And I am Doodlebug Dancing Dog. Please use my full name.
Miss Sweetie: Nope. It’s too long. I will keep calling you Doodle.
Me: He always makes me laugh when he does that. I just wish I knew when he was going to do it.
Stella: What? That prancing he does on his hind legs? That’s not dancing. That’s two-footed, tall dog begging. Haven’t you noticed, Lady Human?
Me: Noticed what?
Stella: He only does it when you have food in your hands. I thought humans were smart and observant. I guess I was wrong again.
Tiger: That’s nothing. Look what I can do. Spin. Spin. Spin. Now the other way. Spin. Spin. Spin.
Me: You two should start a ballet company. Toe dancers.
Wiggles: I can dance. Watch. MMMPH! UMMMPH! No, I can’t. Never mind.
Me: You can comma dance. More like tap dancing than ballet…
Wiggles: That makes me Wiggles Comma Dancer.
Tiger: What is my dancing name?
Stella: Tiger Twinkle Toes.
Tiger: How dare you!
Me: How about something that takes your spinning into account? Something like Tiger Torque Wrench.
Tiger: Yes, that is more dignified for a strong bulldog like me. Thank you, Lady Human.
Me: Miss Sweetie, do you want to dance?
Miss Sweetie: Mmmm, nope.
Me: It would be good exercise.
Miss Sweetie: I already exercise. Cat chasing. Couch jumping. Rampaging. Oh, and the most important exercise. Napping. Call me Sweetie Snooze Sleeper.
Stella: No one is going to buy a ticket to watch that.
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