The Big, Big Sky – Conversations with Stella

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human, why are you staring out the window?

Me:        I’m looking at the sky.

Stella:    Why are you looking at the sky and not at me?

Me:        The sky is so big. It reminds me how small we are. We need to be reminded of that.

Stella:    Lady Human, are you sad? You don’t feel to me the same as when we laugh together.

Me:        Yes, Stella, I am sad tonight. And I was sad last week, but I think I hid it better.

Stella:    I knew. I didn’t say anything because you didn’t seem to want to talk about it. Are you sad about a human thing?

Me:        Yes. Do you remember when I told you all this morning after breakfast that I was going to church, and that I would see you later?

Stella:    Yes. You say that every week. I don’t know why. I figure church is like the grocery store, someplace you have to go once in a while.

Me:        Well, some of our neighbors here in Texas went to their church this morning and they didn’t come home.

Stella:    Oh. Oh. OH!

Me:        Calm down, Stella girl. Everything will be all right. It doesn’t seem like it, but it will be. This morning at my church, I opened my Bible…

Stella:    That book that smells good like leather.

Me:        Yes. It has very important things in it and it fell open to the 23rd chapter of Jeremiah. The last part of the 24th verse caught my eye. It says, “Do not I fill heaven and earth? saith the LORD.”

Stella:    Is that the Great Creator? Is that His book?

Me:        Yes. I believe that with all my heart.

Stella:    I wish I could read.

Me:        Oh, you do, Stella. You all do in your way.

Stella:    And you are looking at the big, big sky because He fills that sky.

Me:        Yes.

Stella:    You feel better now. I sense it.

Me:        Yes, some.

Stella:    I feel better, too, Lady Human. Looking at the Great Creator’s big, big sky with you makes me feel better.

 

 

 

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Your Idea of Fun Vs. My Idea of Fun – Conversations with Stella

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges, and today has not been a very fun day and I feel the need to complain.

Me:        Is there ever a time you do not feel the need to complain?

Stella:    Certainly, Lady Human. Whenever I get to have as much fun as you humans do.

Me:        Every day is bulldog fun day.

Stella:    Nope. Today wasn’t. You and Tall Man went and came and came and went. You went somewhere…

Me:        Church.

Stella:    Nope. You were gone way too long for church. I timed you.

Me:        How?

Stella:    With my belly. When breakfast is digested, you get home from church.

Me:        Well, there was a church fellowship today so I stayed longer for that.

Stella:    And what did they have at this thing called a ‘fellowship’?

Me:        Brisket…

Stella:    Meat?

Me:        Yes. And they had sausage…

Stella:    More meat?

Me:        Yes. And bread…

Stella:    More meat?

Me:        No. But they had ice cream treats.

Stella:    And then?

Me:        A bounce house…

Stella:    I like those.

Me:        You have never been in one and they were for the kids. No dogs allowed.

Stella:    No fair! I’ll bet you had fun.

Me:        Yes, I’ll admit I did.

Stella:    Where was my fun today? Boo-hoo-hoo. Nowhere. That’s where.

Me:        All right, what’s your idea of fun?

Stella:    You scratching and rubbing my neck, between my ears, my belly, my back…

Me:        In other words, what we do every day.

Stella:    Yep. You’ve had your fun for the day. Now it’s time for mine.

 

 

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