I am Stella, Queen Illustrious of the Olde English Bulldogges, still crown-less, but that is not my problem tonight. Tonight, the humans are once again shooting loud, bright fireballs into the sky. Lady Human, what if you blow up the sky? I would not like that.
Me: No one would. But that won’t happen. Fireworks will not blow up the whole sky. Stop worrying.
Stella: I am always worried when humans are involved, especially when they are shooting fire. Why do humans do these things?
Me: There is another celebration tonight. It is the end of the western calendar year, New Year’s Eve.
Stella: I see. What is a calendar?
Me: It is one way that humans use to calculate time.
Stella: So tonight, time ends.
Me: No, the calculation switches over to a new calendar year and a new month.
Stella: I see. No, I don’t.
Me: Let’s just say, humans will use any excuse for a party.
Stella: So you promise that the sky will not go away tonight.
Me: I promise. Of course, I am only a human. I am more willing to rely on God that the sky will still be here come sunrise. I am also willing to rely on Him for the sunrise.
Stella: And He shot the sun into the sky so He knows a whole lot more about shooting fire into the sky than any silly old humans do! Thank you, Lady Human! What a relief! Humans aren’t in charge! Happy Calendar Change!
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thankfully we didn’t blow up the sky last night but it was pretty.
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We are all still here, too. At times, it sounded like a war zone outside. Loudest that I have ever heard it. The bulldogs remained calm, though Snoopey perked up her ears in her role as pack leader and studied on the situation for a while. She decided it was the silly humans and their toys and went back to sleep. Happy 2017!
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Boomer hated fireworks he’d jump in my lap all 68lbs of him.
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