I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human, speak in a whisper. I didn’t want to say anything last night or this morning, but Doodlebug is missing. Everybody is whispering and I am worried.
Me: Don’t be worried. He is at the vet hospital.
Stella: NOW I’M WORRIED! THAT IS A HORRIBLE PLACE! ASK TIGER!
Me: He is having minor surgery…
Stella: There is no such thing for a bulldog…
Me: He has an abscess and they will take care of it and put him on medicines to fight the infection and the pain. They said to pick him up tomorrow afternoon.
Stella: What if they don’t feed him? You know how he loves his food. What if he thinks you are not coming back?
Me: They wouldn’t let me stay and they didn’t want him to leave the hospital.
Stella: Will you ask the Great Creator to help him?
Me: Of course. He loves His creation.
Stella: Then Doodlebug is in good hands, isn’t he?
Me: Yes.
Stella: Yes. Lady Human, do one of those closed eye, tilted head things for him, okay?
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