Put Your Hand on My Head – Conversations with Stella

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. I’m waiting, Lady Human.

Me:  You usually are. What are you waiting for this time?

Stella:  Can’t you tell? Look at me. What do you see?

Me:  Your head is tilted toward my hand.

Stella:  Therefore?

Me:  You want me to scratch your head.

Stella:  Ehhh! Wrong! Guess again.

Me:  How about just telling me?

Stella:  Here. My head goes under your hand like this. There.

Me:  And now what?

Stella:  Nothing. Just let your hand rest on my head.

Me:  Why?

Stella:  Because it feels solid. It makes me feel secure. Like you’re in charge.

Me:  But we both know that I’m not.

Stella:  True. But another thing. With your hand on my head, I’m not likely to go floating up into the air.

Me:  Is that a real danger?

Stella:  In this weird world, Lady Human, yes.

Copyright 2021 H.J. Hill All Rights Reserved.

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