I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Our rolling box was attacked the other day and now the poor thing has a big, broken eye. A big, scary broken eye.
Me: That’s just a plastic bag over the broken window. It’s to keep the rain out until the window repair guy gets here.
Stella: It is ugly, and it makes weird snapping noises.
Me: Yeah, when the wind is up. I mean, it’s a plastic bag so…it moves.
Stella: Can we go somewhere in the rolling box? Can I stick my head through it?
Me: As I said the other day, no one is sticking anything out of the window.
Stella: Awww.
Me: What’s the big deal about dogs and car windows?
Stella: You don’t know?
Me: No. I mean the wind in your face can be exciting, but in a car going 70 miles per hour or even 30 miles per hour, not so much. And what if a bug hits your face?
Stella: Simple. Eat it.
Me: What if it goes down your throat?
Stella: Cough it up.
Me: Well, I guess that is a solution.
Stella: Wait! What is that noise? Beep! Beep! Beep!
Me: It’s the window repair guy.
Stella: Window repair guys say, “Beep! Beep! Beep!”?
Me: No, but their trucks do when they back up. Okay, I need to talk to this gentleman about the car window so go in the other room and settle down for a while.
Stella: Why? Is the car window a secret? Why can’t I hear about it? Settle down in the other room? Are you kidding me?
Me: The man will do his work. The car window will be fixed.
Stella: I do want that. Does the rolling box feel pain because its eye is broken?
Me: No, the rolling box is a machine. The parts need to work and the whole needs to work, but it does not have the feelings we do. It feels no pain.
Stella: Phew! That makes me feel no pain for it. Wait! Can I stick my head out of the broken window tomorrow?
Me: Nope. The plastic bag will be gone and there will be a new window in its place.
Stella: Awww.
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