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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