The Great Dog Food Hunt – Conversations with Stella

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I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Today is the day – the day that our dog food will be back. They promised. We have had to stretch our rations with another dog food…wonderful, softy food, but honestly, though it tastes great, it has been making us feel weird. But today is the day.

Me:  Do you already have the yellow bags of Victor’s now?

Stella:  Lady Human is polite when she speaks to humans on the black box she holds in her hands all the time. I don’t know why.

Me:  No? Tomorrow. Thursday. Okay. Thank you.

Stella:  Here comes the food! Here comes the food!

Me:  No. They don’t expect theirs to arrive until tomorrow. Thursday.

Stella:  Un-uh! They said Wednesday. I was standing right there when they said it. Whatever a Wednesday is, it happens today.

Me:  The weather may have caused a delay. I’ll make some calls.

Stella:  Shhh! Don’t tell the others. They may throw a food riot.

Me:  They won’t riot. They love the softy food. I just think it is not the best long term for you. Hello, I was checking to see if you have any Victor dog food in the yellow bags…Okay, I see. Thank you for your help. They have some Victor’s, but not the yellow bag stuff y’all are used to. More people must be buying it up.

Stella:  What? Woe is me! Woe is us! Whatever shall we do? Woe! Ah-ooooo!

Me:  Stella! No howling, please! I’ll check with Tall Man. He may know another place.

Stella:  Why me? Why, oh why?

Me:  Okay, he said to check back with our regular place. I did and they have some other varieties of your dog food. So, I’m going there right now. I’ll be back before lunch.

Stella:  Woe! Woe! Woe! Why? Why? Why? Lady Human told me that those big monstrous rolling boxes on the big road carried our food. Where did they take it? Are they eating it themselves? Did they feed it to their dogs? To their cats? To their horses? Time passes slowly when you are thinking about food…Nap. Dream. Food…

Me:  Here it is! I got it! Perfect timing. The semi-truck got there just before I did. It was a surprise to the feed store people, too.

Stella:  A surprise? Why should they be surprised? It’s Wednesday, isn’t it?

 

 

 

 

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