Watch the Way I Walk – Conversations with Stella and the Pack

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. I walk like a queen.

Me:        If a queen sashays, you do.

Stella:    Sashay? You mean when I walk all fancy with my whole body shifting back and forth and back and forth.

Tiger:     Yes, it’s disgusting. Please stop it. I can’t watch it anymore.

Stella:    How rude! Show me more respect! I am your queen!

Tiger:     I still haven’t figured out how that happened.

Wiggles:   Look at me. I can walk funny, too!

Stella:    That’s a comma dance. And who are you calling ‘funny’? Your walk is not a sashay. My style is more dignified and, dare I say it, ladylike.

Me:        You mean human?

Stella:    No! Heaven forbid! I am a bulldog. Why would I want to be like a human?

Doodlebug:        How about my walk?

Me:        Yeah, Doodle. Your stallion walk on your hind legs is something else.

Stella:    Cute, but only one of those tricks the humans love because it makes you look like them, all sassy on their hind legs.

Me:        Humans don’t have hind legs.

Miss Sweetie:    Look at my walk, Aunt Stella. I can sashay, too. My rear end moves this way and my rear end moves that way. And my rear end moves…

Stella:    I get the picture. Sorry, Sweetie. That is just walking, regular old everyday walking. Walking is great, but only a true queen can sashay, and I am a true queen, despite the fact that my head is still lacking a crown. Hint, hint, Lady Human.

 

 

 

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Bulldog Double Dance – Conversations with Stella

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Don’t ever doubt it. Few humans know, however, that I am a dancer. Lady Human discovered this talent on one of the first days I spent with her. I have a unique style. I did not take classes. I was born with it.

You see, it’s this little scooting motion forward with my right front leg extended to the front, my right paw tapping the ground every few inches. Never the left leg, always the right. It must be a good dance. Lady Human smiles every time she sees it. I don’t pull that dance step out often. I don’t want to wear it out.

Wiggles:  I dance.

Stella:    Yeah, yeah, yeah. Anyway, not every bulldog dances.

Wiggles:  I dance.

Stella:    Uh-huh. Snoopey tap dances. Nothing special, just lots of toe action, pretty doggone fast.

Wiggles:  I dance.

Stella:  Sure, sure. Tiger is more of a leaper than a dancer. There was a time when the vet thought that she would always walk with a limp, but Tiger likes to prove people wrong.

Wiggles:  I dance.

Stella:    Yeah, okay. I haven’t seen much dancing from Sweetie or Doodlebug. They are rampagers. They tear around the house and jump on things, including humans.

Wiggles:  I dance. They copy me sometimes.

Stella:  Okay, okay.

Wiggles:  Watch! I try to touch my nose to my tail, but I can’t. But now I look like a half-circle and I tap my feet, all of them, like this as fast as I can, and I turn and turn. Then I turn the other way.

Me:        The famous comma dance and faster than I’ve ever seen her do it.

Stella:   Hmmph! You call that dancing?

Me:        Stella, are you envious? You shouldn’t be.

Stella:    I could dance like that if I wanted to. I just don’t want to. Hmmph!

Me:        You each have your own style. That’s great. If everyone did everything the same way, how boring would that be.

Wiggles:  I dance.

Me:        You sure do, honey.

Stella:    Hmmph! I could do that if I wanted to.

 

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