I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Knock, knock.
Me: Who’s there?
Stella: You know who. Hello.
Me: Oh, okay, just come on in then.
Stella: I did. Don’t you see me standing here? I like your little potty room.
Me: You don’t usually come in here. But lately, you have been a veritable ankle hugger.
Stella: I just want to know where you are.
Me: Every moment?
Stella: The humans are acting up. We are tense. I feel better when you are near me. It makes me feel like things are normal.
Me: Folks are a little tense right now. I didn’t think about how sensitive you all are. I should have known that you would feel it.
Stella: Please look into my big brown bulldog eyes and tell me that you know what will happen, that you understand it all, and that everything will be all right.
Me: Stella, girl, I am looking into your big brown bulldog eyes. I do not know what will happen. I do not understand it all. But faith in the Great Creator tells me that everything will be all right. Does that help you?
Stella: Yes. That’s why yours are my favorite ankles to hug.
Me: So, we are going to keep meeting in here like this.
Stella: Oh, yes.
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