The Bluebonnet Jaunt Part 2 1/2 – Conversations with Stella


I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human drove her rolling box to a place, once a special place but no more. The flowers that she calls ‘bluebonnets’ are gone from here and now she looks down. I wish we had never come.

Me:  No, I’m glad we came. I kept thinking about this place. I stopped here with one of my daughters and enjoyed the bluebonnets a few years back. But sometimes things change.

Stella:  Why?

Me:  I guess someone sold the land or leased it out to a fast food chain. The bluebonnets had to go when the burger restaurant came. So did the old building that looked like a spaceship. It had been here for decades. Now it’s all pavement.

Stella:  And meat. Wonderful, wonderful meat.

Me:  Yeah, I guess that would mean more to bulldogs.

Stella:  Lady Human, be very quiet. There is a large cow with long horns standing over there. A big, big cow that is white and blue and pink and yellow.


Me:  Oh, that’s not a real longhorn. That’s a statue.

Stella:  Why would a human make a statue of a longhorn?

Me:  Texans make statues of lots of things, even animals, like longhorns and horses and…

Stella:  Bulldogs?

Me:  Not that I’m aware of. Not yet anyway. Somebody will probably get around to it one of these days.

Stella:  A statue of a cow, but no bluebonnets. Will the bluebonnets come back?

Me:  Maybe.

Stella:  If they do, will the longhorn cow eat them?

Me:  Uh. No. Statues don’t eat.

Stella:  Good. That will give the bluebonnets a fighting chance. Lady Human, are you sad?

Me:  Not sad. Just a little disappointed. But it’s not so bad. After all, I’m here with you and that’s pretty special.

Stella:  I like being here with you, too. And I like being surrounded by meat.






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3 thoughts on “The Bluebonnet Jaunt Part 2 1/2 – Conversations with Stella

    1. Yeah, and it was a surprise, too. We had stopped there almost exactly 4 years ago. The little spaceship building, if I recall correctly, had been there since the sixties at least. The temptation to put up yet another McDonald’s must have been just too much. Or, as my son said when I told him, “Welcome to America.”

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