I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Me: Jiggety, joggety, all the way home.
Stella: Is Jiggety Joggety where we live?
Me: No. It’s an old children’s rhyme. But we are on the way home. And we are going to stop by the feed store on the way to save some time, to go ahead and pick up dog food which I would have to do in a few days anyway.
Stella: Food? Our food?
Me: Yep. We’re going by near there anyhow so…
Stella: Food! Food! Food! I’ve been there before.
Me: No. That was the other place. It got sold.
Stella: Wait. Are they building a fast meat place there, too?
Me: I don’t think so. But you never know nowadays.
Stella: Is this it? Is this it? Oh, so fun!
Me: Yes. Come on. You can go inside here. Hey, I need to get two 50-pound bags of the Victor yellow.
Voice in the Feed Store: Sorry. We are out of the yellow Victor. We will have it back in on Wednesday.
Me: Okay. Wednesday. Okay.
Stella: Where is the food? Bring on the food.
Me: They ran out. There will be more on Wednesday.
Stella: What? No food? How could this happen? How could you let this happen?
Me: I don’t order it. They’ve never run out before. We’ll just have to make do and stretch what we have let until…Wednesday. I can add some softy food.
Stella: Worst day ever! We are going to starve!
Me: No, no, we’ll make do.
Stella: I have an idea.
Me: Oh, great.
Stella: Turn around and go back to the barbecue place. Buy up all their barbecue and we will eat that until we get our regular food on Wednesday. Yay! Everybody wins. Yay, barbecue! What a wonderful world! Best day ever!
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