I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. There was someone here today, a human we have not seen before.
Me: You have seen her, but not for a while.
Tiger: I was scared when she came into the room.
Wiggles: At first, I thought it was you, Lady Human, but different somehow.
Miss Sweetie: I love her!
Doodlebug: Did she bring us special food?
Me: No. That’s not why she was here.
Stella: Who is she? It was so exciting! I jumped up and down!
Me: I saw you hopping. She is my daughter.
Stella: Your puppy?
Me: Stella, I have explained this. Humans have children. Dogs have puppies. She is one of my daughters all grown up. She is not a puppy.
Stella: When I saw her, she reminded me of you so much that I thought she was you. Until I scented that she was not.
Me: Yes, we are different.
Tiger: And the same. Like you and Tall Man.
Me: Yes. In the same way. You are perceptive.
Doodlebug: Why did she not bring special food?
Me: That’s not why she was here. She was doing a job that humans call ‘business’ and a huge ice and snow storm forced her to leave where she was before it became to difficult to travel so she headed in our direction.
Stella: Ice? Snow? I forgot. What are those?
Me: Something you don’t want to drive a rolling box through if you can avoid it.
Stella: But the wet ground did not stop her.
Me: Nope. The ground is wet, but it won’t freeze here. Not this weekend anyway.
Miss Sweetie: Will she come back? I want to look at her again.
Me: She will when she can.
Miss Sweetie: Good. I will keep watching that door for her.
Me: I would plan on doing other things between now and then.
Miss Sweetie: Okay. So long as I can keep watching that door.
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