Curfew Breaker – Conversations with Stella

Hello! I am Illustrious Stella, Queen of the Illustrious Olde English Bulldogges. Yay me!

Me:        Yay you!

Stella:    You stayed out too late last night, Lady Human. You must never do that again. Now you must stay inside with us as soon as the sun goes to bed.

Me:        I beg your pardon?

Stella:    Yes, do beg my pardon.

Me:        Excuse me, but…

Stella:    You are excused…

Me:        No.

Stella:    You are not excused? Okay.

Me:        No, I mean I am not taking orders from bulldogs on how long I can stay out at night. I am an adult human. I have no curfew. And I wasn’t even away from home. I was talking to a neighbor out back.

Stella:    You were gone so long. We were waiting to go to bed and there was no one to tuck us in and it was so lonely.

Me:        You could have visited among yourselves.

Stella:    That’s no fun. Tiger is always grumbling to me and Wiggles is always saying something dumb. What were you talking to a neighbor about way into the dark night? Oh, no! It wasn’t about that election nonsense thing again, was it?

Me:        Well, actually…

Stella:    NOOOO!!! There isn’t going to be another one of those debate nonsense things again, is there? With the loud humans talking, talking, talking! Blah! Blah! Blah! And never knowing when to stop!

Me:        Well, as a matter of fact…but just one more. You can sit with me in a quiet place. I am not watching or listening to it.

Stella:    But you will talk about it and Tall Man will watch it because he can’t help himself just like that show with the ugly dead zombie monsters staggering around. Wait! Is that going to be on the Picture Box, too?

Me:        The Walking Dead? Yes, in a few more days.

Stella:    NOOOO!!! Election monsters and zombie monsters!!! Where can I go to hide?

Me:        I don’t know, but if you find a place, come and get me.

 

 

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Debate! Bulldog Style! – Conversations with Stella

I, Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges, hereby command all humans to BE SILENT!

Me:        What is this about?

Stella:    Who were those loud people that Tall Man was listening to last night?

Me:        Loud people?

Stella:    They talked and talked, on and on and on. It sounded like an argument. A boring human argument that went on and on and on…

Me:        Oh, that was a debate between political candidates.

Stella:    You didn’t listen to it.

Me:        No, I was tired and a political debate was only going to make me more so.

Stella:    Political debate? What is ‘political debate’?

Me:        You know how you and the other bulldogs get face-to-face and huff and puff and rumble and growl at each other…

Stella:    …and spit and go stiff-legged and tremble. Yes. Fun! Exciting!

Me:        Especially when two of you are vying for a position in the pack.

Stella:    You mean those two humans are fighting to become pack leader?

Me:        Yeah, you might say so.

Stella:    I did say so. I didn’t know that humans chose pack leaders that way, too.

Me:        Well, humans don’t bare their teeth and snort the way bulldogs do. No, wait. I take that back.

Stella:    Humans snort? That’s great! Show me!

Me:        I’m not big into snorting.

Stella:    Then you may never be pack leader among the humans. That is a shame.

Me:        Having spent some time now as human pack leader among the bulldogs, I’m not sure I have enough energy left over to handle humans, too.

Stella:    Will there be more political debates?

Me:        So I understand.

Stella:    Can Tall Man turn down the sound next time? The noise hurts my ears.

 

 

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