Stella: Whatcha doin’, Lady Human?
Me: I’m sewing some bling on an old top to make it look better. I want to look good come Saturday.
Me: That’s what we call the seventh day of the week. Each day has a name.
Stella: And humans are supposed to look good on Saturday?
Me: Well, I need to look good on this coming Saturday. My youngest child is getting married.
Stella: Your puppy?
Me: No, Stella. Human child. Not puppy. Remember?
Stella: What is ‘married’? Is that like taking a long, long nap?
Me: It can feel like that sometimes, but, no, it is when 2 people start a life together. This Saturday is my daughter’s wedding day. There will be a ceremony.
Stella: A ceremony. I understand. Like when a dog buries a bone.
Me: Not exactly. Humans dress up for our ceremonies. I am trying to look decent for this wedding, but I’m not sure I’m succeeding.
Stella: Humans worry about silly things. Your child is getting married and you are thinking about how your clothes look.
Me: Humans can be very judgmental.
Stella: Your clothes don’t make you. Your heart makes you. If I were getting married, I would want you to be there, no matter what you were wearing. I love you for your heart, Lady Human, not for your clothes.
Me: Thank you, Stella. I love you for your heart, too, not for your…well…lack of clothes.
Stella: Hey, are you calling me naked?
Stella: Fair enough.
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