Thanksgiving Aftermath – Conversations with Stella

Once upon a time, yesterday, I, Stella the Illustrious, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges, decreed that the Humans have a HAPPY THANKSGIVING with lots of excessive eating. I am sorry to report that our humans did not carry out my orders.

Me:        How did we not carry out Thanksgiving? We celebrated Thanksgiving. We gave thanks to God. We gave you all extra treats. We ate. Lots. Abundant desserts. Potatoes. Cornbread dressing.

Stella:    And where was this feast?

Me:        Well, at a family friend’s house.

Stella:    Not here.

Me:        No.

Stella:    So, we bulldogs missed out. Why couldn’t we go? Was it a bulldog-free zone?

Me:        Yeah, they have a dog-aggressive bully breed and there were a bunch of small kids. Space was limited.

Stella:    Are you saying we are fat?

Me:        Never. Y’all are bulldog stocky. Outside dogs were not invited. Sorry.

Stella:    You came in with bags and bags the other day. Where is our feast?

Me:        We still have lots of food and we will share with you. Judiciously.

Stella:    Is ‘judiciously’ a word that means we don’t get any?

Me:        No, ‘judiciously’ means that we won’t feed you too much or feed you stuff that will likely make you sick.

Stella:    Okay. It’s a deal.

Me:        Are you still thankful?

Stella:    Yes, because even though we could not share your Thanksgiving dinner today, we will thankfully consume all the rest of your abundance in the days to come. Thanksgiving is not limited to one day.



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Stella’s Thanksgiving Proclamation – Conversations with Stella

I, Stella, Illustrious and Noble Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges, hereby declare tomorrow to be Happy Thanksgiving Day, the Great Feast Day of the Humans Who Call Themselves Americans. Let the excessive eating begin.

Me:        Thank you, Stella…

Stella:    You see! My decree is already having an effect.

Me:        Actually, the official Thanksgiving Day Proclamation goes back over a century and a half, so you are a little late.

Stella:    A century and a half. Is that like yesterday afternoon?

Me:        Not by a long sight. A century is a hundred years. To put that in perspective, you are 3 years old.

Stella:    How can that be? I have been me forever.

Me:        Time is a strange thing. Tell me, for what are you giving thanks?

Stella:    I haven’t thought about it.

Me:        Just off the top of your head.

Stella:    I haven’t got anything on the top of my head. Not even a crown for which I am still waiting patiently – hint, hint. Nothing is on the top of my head…Except hair.. And my ears. All right. I am thankful to the Great Creator for my hair and for my ears.

Me:        That’s not exactly what I meant.

Stella:    Off the top of my head, I am thankful for my head. I am thankful that it is a bulldog head. Any other head would look weird on my body. And I am grateful to the Great Creator that the food keeps coming and I know it is from Him because humans are so forgetful. If He did not remind them, they would neglect to buy it.

Me:        That makes me grateful to the Great Creator, too, for His reminders.

Stella:    And I am grateful for Thanksgiving Day because it is a day of food and there are few things in the world that bulldogs like better than food.

Me:        Happy Thanksgiving, Stella.

Stella:    Happy Thanksgiving, Lady Human. Now where is my feast?




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