I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. There is a strange barking outside. A strange dog is here. Lady Human! I know what you’re up to! No more bulldogs!
Me: She’s not a bulldog, Stella. Just a little dog lost. From the looks of her, she has been on the road a long time by herself. She’s what we call a stray.
Stella: Why? Where does she live? Why is she here?
Me: I believe the LORD wants us to get her to a safe place. If I had not been standing exactly where I was exactly when I was, I would not have seen her. She was walking past and would have kept on going if we hadn’t called to her. She is very friendly, but she is flea-bitten and tired. We got her some food and water.
Stella: But why isn’t she at her home?
Me: I don’t know her story. She could have run away or gotten out of her house or yard when no one saw. Her people may be looking for her.
Stella: Or they may not be.
Me: Maybe not anymore. She may have been gone for so long that they have given up.
Stella: She can stay here after all, Lady Human. I will take her under my bulldog arm and teach her how to be one of us.
Me: We have to think of what is best for her. I am taking her to a place where people do nothing but take care of lost dogs and find their homes or, if they can’t, they find them new homes. They have vets and food and air conditioning and beds. She will do well there. They may even have a record of someone looking for her.
Stella: But she is going to be all right, isn’t she?
Me: Yes. I don’t think she came here by accident.
Stella: I don’t plan on being a stray, but if I ever do that, Lady Human…
Me: I would search for you and ask God to reunite us.
Stella: Maybe I would pass by someone who would know what to do. A human magnet. Someone to draw me home.
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