I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. We have always been able to count on the sun. At times it appears too much, too hot, and for too long. But now the sun is being just plain lazy.
Tiger: I agree, and I never agree. I went out for a sunbath and the sun gave me a short time and then bathed me in shadow.
Miss Sweetie: I had a long, long sunbath by the little fence.
Me: Actually, when I looked out, you were sitting in a striped shadow, Sweetie. The sun is going down sooner. The days are shorter now.
Doodlebug: I sunbathed today. It was fine. What’s the problem?
Wiggles: The sun likes you, Doodle.
Doodlebug: The trick is to sit in the middle of the yard, then the sun comes at you from all sides. Sitting by a fence or under a tree doesn’t work. The sun only shines where it wants to.
Stella: The sun is being lazy. Shorter days, indeed! That simply means the sun is laying abed and doing nothing.
Me: The sun is always shining somewhere. If not here, then on the other side of the earth. It’s always sunny somewhere.
Stella: The sun is not lazy at all. The sun is selfish, keeping all its light back from us.
Me: Don’t worry. It will come back with all its heat and vengeance by next summer.
Stella: What will we do for sunbaths until then?
Me: Be grateful for what you get.
Stella: Do we have to be as grateful for a few minutes of sunshine as we do for a whole bunch of minutes?
Me: Yes, I would be if I were you.
Stella: Hmmmpphhh. Does this gratefulness have anything to do with that special day you are talking about – Thanksgiving?
Me: No, we should give thanks every day.
Stella: Even when there is no turkey or extra sunshine. Sounds doubtful to me, Lady Human.
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