I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. The sky is gray. Again. And again. And again. I will never again complain about the bright, shiny blue Texas sky. Come back, Texas sky. You were not so bad after all.
Me: Aw, that’s sweet, Stella.
Stella: So, will our sky come back?
Stella: Not good enough. I heard this song. “The stars at night are big and bright, clap, clap, clap, clap, deep in the heart of Texas”.
Me: I’ve heard that song, too.
Stella: But it’s not true. I see no stars. I haven’t for days and days. Or nights and nights.
Me: They are still there. Don’t give up hope. Did you notice that there was less rain today and that the ground was dry in spots?
Stella: Did you notice how gray the sky was?
Me: The sun broke through for about 15 minutes. Long enough for Sweetie to squeeze in a quick sunbath.
Stella: Sweetie got a sunbath? Why didn’t anybody tell me?
Me: You were napping.
Stella: Next time, wake me up! The shining sun is a once in a lifetime event around here!
Me: I’ll make a note that you said that.
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