By The Dawn’s Early Light – Conversations with Stella and the Pack


I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. What’s all that noise disturbing my beauty sleep?

Me:  Ugh. It’s the breakfast call.

Stella:  No, it’s not. The sky is still mostly dark.

Me:  It’s sunrise. Okay, all you mouthy bulldogs! Whose idea was it to move breakfast up?

Tiger:  Whatever do you mean, Lady Human?

Me:  What I mean is that breakfast has been getting earlier and earlier and now it’s at sunrise. I’m tired and I want to go back to bed.

Wiggles:  The sky is beautiful.

Me:  I think it will be just as beautiful half an hour from now.

Doodlebug:  But that wouldn’t be breakfast time.

Me:  Says who?

Doodlebug:  My tummy. It’s crying, Lady Human.

Miss Sweetie:  Oh, no! His tummy is sad! Do something, Lady Human! Save Doodlebug’s tummy! And save my sad tummy, too.

Me:  I’d just appreciate it if breakfast didn’t get any earlier. But the sky is lovely. And the birds are singing. Look! There’s a lady cardinal in the top of the pecan tree and the light is shining just right so she’s all lit up. Morning has broken and life is moving all around us.

Stella:  Do you still feel as tired as you did? Do you still feel like going back to bed?

Me:  Maybe, but not right this second. Maybe after you all eat and go out and come back in. I’ll just wait for you out here.

Stella:  Everybody eat up and finish your business. Lady Human may want to stare at the sky, but I don’t. Last one back in bed is a rotten bulldog.






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