Snooty is as Snooty Does – Conversations with Stella and the Pack

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. I rule.

Tiger:     Yeah, if you call snooting around, sashaying, and sticking your nose in the air ruling.

Stella:    I’m not snooty. You’re snooty.

Tiger:     No, you are!

Stella:    No, you are!

Wiggles:   It’s a tie. You both are.

Stella:   I am the queen. What I say goes!

Tiger:     Okay, about this whole queen thing. How did that even happen? I don’t remember voting.

Stella:    Nobody votes for queens. It just happens. I was born that way.

Miss Sweetie:    I was born a queen, too, Aunt Stella.

Stella:    No, Sweetie. You’re a nice bulldog, but you are not the queen.

Miss Sweetie:    Why not? I can sashay…a little. I can stick my nose in the air. I can snoot around.

Stella:    That is not what a queen is.

Miss Sweetie:    That’s what a queen looks like to me. Just like you and Aunt Tiger. Snooty.

Stella:    Sweetie! How rude!

Doodlebug:   Rude, but true.

Miss Sweetie:    I still love you, Aunt Stella, snooty stubby nose and all.

 

 

 

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Stop Calling Me ‘Miss Priss’! – Conversations with Stella

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Spring has returned, and the days have been lovely and cool…

Tiger:     Halt! Stop! Enough! Too much!

Stella:    How dare you interrupt your queen!

Tiger:     Queen nothin’! Who do you think you are?

Stella:    I think that I am the Queen. I think that I am Stella.

Tiger:     So, I came in from outside and I was all playful and prancing and I greeted you and what did you do?

Stella:    Nothing important.

Tiger:     You puffed out your cheeks at me and then you called me, “Miss Priss” and said I was prissing around, whatever that means. So rude! And all I was doing was being friendly.

Me:        And Tiger, you locked eyes with her. And Stella, you locked eyes with Tiger. And friendly came to an abrupt stop.

Stella:    Yeah, Miss Priss. As queen, I decree that Tiger’s name is no longer Tiger, but she shall henceforth be known as ‘Miss Priss’.

Tiger:     There she goes again, Lady Human! My name is Tiger. Stop trying to change everybody’s name!

Stella:    If the prissy name fits, wear it.

 

 

 

 

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