What are the Humans Up to Now? – Conversations with Stella

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I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. The humans did strange things today. But saying strange and human at the same time means normal. I suspect that another of their weird celebrations is afoot. It is not Christmas. It does not smell the same. It is not Thanksgiving. There is not enough food. It is not Independence Day. There are no fireworks going off. Thankfully!

Me:  Do you want me to tell you or do you want to make another guess?

Stella:  Human celebrations are exhausting. Please tell me.

Me:  What tipped you off?

Stella:  Tall Man gave you a fake dog and a flat shiny box.

Me:  Yeah, that was so sweet.

Stella:  May I chew on the fake dog?

Me:  No!

Stella:  How about the flat shiny box?

Me:  No! Absolutely not! It has chocolate in it.

Stella:  So today humans give each other fake dogs and boxes of chocolate.

Me:  Among other things.

Stella:  I know. This is Fake Dog Day!

Me:  Not exactly.

Stella:  Why not? Don’t humans like fake dogs? You seemed to like the one that Tall Man gave you.

Me:  I did like it very much. Today is Valentine’s Day. It is a day to share expressions of love.

Stella:  Fake dogs equal love?

Me:  Sort of.

Stella:  What about us real dogs? Don’t we equal love?

Me:  Sure. But you all are here to love every day. And you’re not fake. You are real.

Stella:  Aw, that’s sweet, Lady Human. I think you are real, too. Happy Valentine’s Day. Now about those chocolates…

Me:  No. Absolutely not.

Stella:  Aww.

 

 

 

 

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