I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges, and, as Queen, I have the authority to declare this: IT IS HOT!!!
Me: Yep, if you say so, it’s official. The Dog Days of Summer have begun. You know how I knew it.
Stella: Because it is hot?
Me: Well, that, and I found Wiggles and Sweetie down in the hole y’all have dug under the picnic table.
Stella: Because it is hot.
Me: 95 degrees at dusk. I guess that qualifies.
Stella: Dog Days. Why can’t the Dog Days be pleasant? Why must Dog Days be hot? Not fair!
Me: Some people count them from the rising of Sirius, the Dog Star, at dawn…
Stella: Wait! There is a star that‘s a dog? Why didn’t you tell me? Can we go visit him? Where is he? Show me! This is great! I always suspected there were dogs out there.
Me: It’s not a dog, honey. It’s just called that because it is the brightest star in a constellation that reminded ancient people of a dog. Like a picture in the sky made by stars.
Stella: Ancient people? Just where are these ancient people because I have some questions.
Me: They’re not around for your questions. Sorry.
Stella: Typical. Humans playing with dogs’ hopes and dreams again. I don’t think these Dog Days have anything to do with us at all. Hmmmph! If these are true Dog Days, where are the treats and toys?
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