I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human is acting weird which is not weird but is still bothersome. Lady Human, why are you staring at the ground?
Me: I’m looking for something.
Stella: A treat? Let me help you.
Me: No, not a treat.
Stella: Can’t be worth much then.
Me: It’s not.
Stella: Then why are you looking for it? What is it that is so important?
Me: It’s a cheap little earring. It fell out and I don’t know where.
Stella: That’s what you get for wearing things in your ears.
Me: I need to find it before one of you finds it and eats it.
Stella: Why would we eat one of your ear thingies? Does it taste good?
Me: No, but the way y’all gobble whatever you locate on the ground, I can’t take the chance of you coming across it before I do. I’ve looked everywhere.
Stella: Ask the Great Creator where it is. He knows everything.
Me: Good idea. I just don’t want anyone to chew on it or swallow it and get hurt. Help us, LORD.
Stella: Look over here.
Me: I already did, about ten times.
Stella: Look again at this little thing that is not food, is not a treat, and looks like one of the bizarre dangly things that you wear in your ears.
Me: That’s it! Praise the LORD! No more worry about a bulldog swallowing it. But I looked over here.
Stella: You know what I think?
Me: What?
Stella: I think the Great Creator heard your prayer.
Me: Amen.
Stella: You know what else I think?
Me: What?
Stella: I think the Great Creator wouldn’t mind at all if you rewarded your faithful bulldog with a real treat for not eating an earring off the floor.
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