I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. I hereby declare that SUMMER IS OVER! That is all.
Me: I don’t think seasons work that way.
Stella: Why not?
Me: Because Earth turns at a certain pace and tilts toward the sun at a certain rate and that pretty much determines when we have summer and fall and winter and spring so…
Stella: Wait! What is this ‘Earth’ you are talking about?
Me: Okay…well…let’s see… Earth is the planet that we all live on.
Stella: Oh. And what is ‘planet’?
Me: Okay…well…let’s see…A planet is a heavenly body…this is kind of hard to explain.
Stella: Is a planet something that the Great Creator made?
Me: Yes! Exactly!
Stella: Then why didn’t you just say so? Still, I am the Queen and I am declaring summer to be at an end. So there!
Me: Don’t you think that summer should run its course, the way the Great Creator designed?
Stella: I don’t like summer anymore. Summer is hot. We can’t stay outside very long. That cramps my style.
Me: Sweetie likes it. She gets to bathe in the puppy pool.
Stella: So, the rest of us have to suffer just for her to get to go swimming?
Me: Suffer? In air conditioning? You realize that our ancestors did not have air conditioning and lived through all the Texas summers, don’t you?
Stella: Hmmm. They must have been tougher than we are.
Me: I think so. I wish we were tougher.
Stella: Well, bulldogs are tougher than humans. Still, I declare summer to be at an end. Enough is enough. Oh, but keep the air conditioner running just in case.
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