I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human, Tall Man is doing something strange in the yard. It is noisy and I don’t like it.
Me: Yes, and you all can’t go in the yard for a while until he finishes.
Stella: It’s our yard. We just allow humans to use it. Why shouldn’t we go out?
Me: He is taking down what is left of the old pecan tree, the one that Snow-pocalypse killed last winter. Some of it is already gone, but the rest needs to come down.
Stella: No more tree? But what…how…what about…awwww!
Me: Yeah, I know. It was the last big tree in the backyard, but it just didn’t make it past that big freeze. And that on top of the big summer storm with the hurricane force winds that took down our old oak two years ago.
Stella: But now the yard will be all naked.
Me: It does take a long time to grow a big tree. There are other plants out there.
Stella: I can see through the window. The sky looks so empty. How can something be there for so long and then just be gone?
Me: The stump will still be there.
Stella: Small comfort, but at least Doodlebug will still have something to pee on.
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