I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Once again, hello!
Imagine that you are asleep and a giant hand reaches out of the sky and picks you up. You can’t see it, not because you are squeezing your eyes shut, but because you are a baby puppy and your eyes have not opened yet.
Me: Are you making fun of my blog post from the other day?
Stella: Imagine that the giant hand holds you while a weird, squishy, rubber bottle nipple is pushed against your mouth. Imagine that the owner of the giant hand thinks that you should be grateful for the rubbery nipple, but you don’t let weird things into your tiny puppy mouth.
Me: Excuse me?
Stella: You are excused, Lady Human. Imagine that the nasty, mixed-up, powdered puppy milk in the bottle is all you have to look forward to for weeks until you can eat real food.
Me: It is not nasty. It is scientifically formulated milk replacement for puppies that don’t have access to their mother’s milk – orphans and puppies whose moms don’t understand how to take care of them.
Stella: Would you like to eat ‘scientifically’ food? Because I don’t know what ‘scientifically’ means, but it does not sound appealing.
Me: No, but I would eat it if that were all that was available.
Stella: I am not making fun of you, Lady Human. I would never do that. Well, maybe once in a while. Humans are funny creatures. I just don’t like it that the puppies you are helping have to be helped by you.
Me: It happens and people help.
Stella: I am glad it did not happen to me.
Me: I am, too. One day, it will not happen to anyone. The Great Creator will see to that.
Stella: Well, if His Hand is the giant hand that reaches for me from the sky, that will be all right.
“But when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away.” (I Corinthians 13:10 KJV)
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