Puccini

I, Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges, have taken up a new hobby. Now hear this: AWWGGHH! AWAAAHH AH AH HAHA! RAH RAH A HAH A HA AH!!

Me:        Stella, what is that?

Stella:    I am singing.

Me:        Loudly.

Stella:    Is there any other way?

Me:        Yes.

Stella:    I have a big mouth and a big throat. Why should I not use them?

Me:        Honey, why have you taken up this ‘hobby’ now?

Stella:    Because of that human music you played this afternoon. It made me happy and sad at the same time and I decided that I should sing like that, too.

Me:       Opera?

Stella:    If you say so. What human came up with that music?

Me:        Puccini.

Stella:    Poo Chee Nee. That would be a good name for a bulldog.

Me:        I’m glad you enjoyed it, but…

Stella:    Why is there always a ‘but’?

Me:        Forgive me, but your opera singing sounds exactly like barking.

Stella:    Of course, it does. No one taught me. It is my natural voice. Can you play the music again so I can practice?

Me:        I could play something else.

Stella:    POO CHEE NEE! POO CHEE NEE! POO…

Me:        All right. All right. One more time.

Stella:    That should be enough for me to remember the whole thing. Then I can practice and practice.

Me         How about a nap instead?

Stella:    No time for naps. Practice, practice, practice.

Me:        What have I done?

Stella:   You have unleashed a new bulldog singer on the world.

 

 

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