I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. We have enjoyed a quiet day with special treats but not so many that any of us got sick, but enough to make us not complain.
Me: I would not have paid attention to any complaining. It’s a holiday!
Stella: Since when can we not complain on a holiday?
Me: What part of ‘holy day’ do you not understand?
Stella: The whole thing. For example, I heard you singing about a silent night. And last night was pretty quiet, except for me and the others barking and snoring and snorting and all that. But do you hear what I hear?
Me: I don’t know. I never know what you hear.
Stella: I hear a lot of noise. There is a steady roar coming from over there.
Me: That’s traffic on the highway. It was quiet last night because more places were closed. Some started opening again about an hour ago.
Stella: And there are loud boom noises.
Me: I am sorry to have to tell you, Stella, that there are humans who are not…
Stella: Smart, rational, careful, sane…
Stella: Too late. I already figured that out.
Me: I think the booms are from some people driving around firing off shotguns and fireworks. Sadly, they believe that is a good way to celebrate.
Stella: Quick! Call the people who drive the rolling boxes with crazy lights.
Me: If I’m not mistaken, by the sound of sirens, they are already on their way. Let’s go inside until everything settles down.
Stella: Oh, all right. So much for a silent night. At least, these booms only happen once.
Me: Well, just give it a week. We’ll see.
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