I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Bored!
Me: Why? This is a special day!
Stella: I see nothing special. I hear nothing special. I smell nothing special. Most of all, I taste nothing special.
Me: Today is the 3rd anniversary of the day you came home to us.
Stella: Anniversary? Is that one of those cake days?
Me: Well, it can be, but I don’t have a cake today.
Stella: Why ever not?
Me: Extra calories. You know.
Stella: No, I don’t. I have never had extra calories, whatever those are, but they sound delicious.
Me: Yeah, they usually are. What is special about today is not cake or party hats…
Stella: You have a party hat for me?
Me: Well, yes. This one.
Stella: Now I remember. I don’t like party hats. Without cake or party hats, how can this day be that special?
Me: Because, on this day three years ago, I received an answer to prayer.
Stella: The Great Creator answered you and you knew it?
Me: No, He answered me, and I did not know it. I did not recognize an answered prayer when you were staring me right in the face. All I saw was this big, smoosh-faced bulldog and I had not asked for a bulldog. I had asked for a small, pointy-nosed, brown and white dog that I could help. I thought it was all a mistake.
Stella: The Great Creator does not make mistakes.
Me: Did you think that coming here was a mistake?
Stella: Yes, so I pooped on the floor at your feet just to see.
Me: Oh, I remember that. That’s the first thing you did after you got here.
Stella: And you cleaned it up and you didn’t yell at me. And you looked a little tired. And then I thought maybe these people won’t be so bad. I was the dog you could help, only not so small and not pointy-nosed. But brown and white. After all, He doesn’t forget details.
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