I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogs. The world is dark.
Me: No, the world is not dark. Well, except at night. And inside the house.
Stella: Lady Human, are there still a bajillion houses with no electric stuff?
Me: The number is down to around half a bajillion now, maybe even fewer than that.
Stella: So where is our electric stuff?
Me: They’re working on it. I think that storm may have hit around here the hardest.
Stella: Humans are incompetent. Why are they in charge? I could have fixed all this mess right away.
Me: I’d like to see a bulldog in a hard hat on a utility truck, replacing a downed power line or blown transformer or getting tree limbs moved. Hey, can you get the oak tree off our house?
Stella: No. I already tried. It wouldn’t cooperate. It just lays there. Now I am sad.
Me: Don’t worry. Things will get back to normal…eventually. We’re still here, aren’t we? I believe this may actually end up being good for us.
Stella: How can it be good to not be able to see hardly anything?
Me: Use your magnificent nose.
Stella: What’s good about not having our cold air boxes?
Me: You got me there. Oh, I know! It’s so much quieter in the house.
Stella: The dark, dark house. Why are we so far down on the list?
Me: There is just a lot more damage around here to repair. Sorry, girl.
Stella: Well, next time, I’m making the list!
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