I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. I am a good girl.
Me: Yes, you are. And… why are you bringing up that detail?
Stella: Because Wiggles and Sweetie are not being good girls. I have heard you calling them to come in for at least 2 years now.
Me: Two years? That’s a bit of a stretch. Try an hour, maybe.
Stella: Mmmmm, seems longer.
Me: I know it’s a nice evening outside, but I can’t figure out the draw. Why aren’t they coming in? Usually I only have to call them 10 or 12 times. And then I have to go out and get them.
Stella: Yeah, they are twin-kies.
Me: What’s so special outside?
Stella: That big light in the sky.
Me: The moon?
Stella: Have you seen it tonight? The Great Creator’s flashlight. It is big and bright, more than usual. We notice things like that.
Me: Oh, that’s right. The super moon.
Stella: Simple. They are moon-bathing. Second best thing to sunbathing.
Me: Okay, if you say so.
Stella: Better even. No heat.
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