I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Me: It’s been five whole years since you came, Stella.
Stella: No, I’ve only been here since yesterday.
Me: Yesterday five years ago. I remember it like it was just yesterday.
Stella: Yeah, like I said. Yesterday.
Me: Still fuzzy on the element of time, aren’t you, girl?
Stella: Tall Man brought me in. It was dark outside. You had a funny look on your face.
Me: Your appearance was pretty sudden. I didn’t know you were coming. And it had been a bad day at my job.
Stella: Your job is to take care of us.
Me: But you all weren’t here then, were you? It had snowed, real actual snow, the day before you got here. Snow in March of all things. Should have known something special was going on.
Stella: And Tall Man left me with you and went to get my food and my bed.
Me: Yeah, arrangements for your arrival had not been made.
Stella: And you made another funny face when I went potty on the floor. I am sorry about that. I didn’t know where the outside was.
Me: And I cleaned it up. And I said, “That’s the last thing I’m doing for this dog.” But that turned out not to be true.
Stella: And your grown-up girl puppy came in…
Me: Ahem. Grown-up daughter. Not puppy.
Stella: Same difference.
Me: Not really.
Stella: And she said, “Can we call her ‘Stella’?” And you did. And so I have been ever since. I don’t remember what my name was before. But that doesn’t matter anymore. Here I am Stella. Here I am home.
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