sth. to read on

yo, guys, this is the sequel to sth. to read, which i've posted earlier. have fun!
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“Sian!” Stella called. “Hey, c’mere, baby! Time to go on now!”
Her dog Sian, who had obviously detected something smelling just too delicious (for her nose, anyway), was too busy sniffing in the bushes to react to her owner’s call.
“Oh, c’mon, I don’t wanna wait all day here. I’ve got an ass full of work to do, you know!”
Glancing back at her unenthusiastically, Sian seemed to think well, you’re not the only one with duties, chica!
Stella had to chuckle. “I must admit it; you’ve trained me very well, baby.” She knew she was only ‘officially’ the boss, but she didn’t want to break a fight with Sian, either. Her spoiled dog could, at times, be as stubborn as she herself could. Not that she cared, really, because when Sian was hungry, the two of them were best friends again. That reminded her.
“Listen up, aren’t you hungry today? I’m starving. Let’s go now, all right?”
At last, Sian trotted to Stella and received a fond scratching behind her ears. Sian wasn’t an ugly dog. A mixture from different races, she first had more resembled a Labrador in her youth, but now she looked more and more like a German wirehaired, including the fringe in front of her eyes giving her an intelligent, distinguished air and at the same time enhancing her warm brown eyes. Her black fur with the distinct silvery sheen was regularly brushed by Stella, who often thought of herself as Sian’s most devoted slave. Because of Sian’s color, most people they would meet on their strolls were afraid of her, but only Stella knew that her dog was a little coward, even startled at times when she sneezed suddenly while working.
“So, what do you think of a bowl of Chappi and later some cuddling, when I’m ready with work?” Stella asked. Really, I’d prefer some canapés and a bit of caviar, but do I get a choice? Sian sniffed, disdainfully. Obviously not. But I have always known that those
‘amenities’ of yours suck!
“Hey, lady, think of how ‘starving’ sucks. Because that’ll happen if you decide to skip your meals in order to hope for something tastier.”
I’ll have to train you further. Again. You’re being far too impudent. Boyo, that’ll be fun!
“Yeah, just try! Personally, I wouldn’t recommend it, though. Oh, don’t look at me like the poor, whipped, starved doggie. This stopped being convincing quite a time ago. You need to think of something else. And don’t you even dream about trying the limp number. I’m not stupid, you know.” Stella snorted and looked up at the sky, which had become cloudy and grey. “Uh-oh, baby, looks like it’ll start raining any minute. We had better make haste now, before it’s too late and we get soaked through! I’m not in the mood of having a shower outside today.”