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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