Booties Are For Babies – Conversations with Stella

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogs. Lady Human, the sky spit ice on my chair.

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Me:        That’s my chair, and yes, a little ice was on it for a very short time.

Stella:    You know the saying: What’s mine is mine and what’s yours is mine.

Me:        No.

Stella:    Well, it goes like this: What’s mine is mine and what’s yours is mine. It’s an old bulldog saying.

Me:        No doubt it is. I’m going with an older human saying. What’s mine is mine.

Stella:    Oh, all right. In that case, the sky spit ice on YOUR chair. Worse. The sky made my feet cold.

Me:        The sleet…

Stella:    The what?

Me:        The icy sky spittle did not last long at all on the ground. About the only thing I can do to help on cold days is to put your booties on you. They will protect your feet for the short time you are out.

Stella:    Are booties those weird little softie shoes that you kept trying to sneak on my feet the other week when the snow that was promised to us never showed up?

Me:        Yeah. As I recall, you weren’t too fond of them.

Stella:    What is to be fond of? They are weird little shoes. They look like blue and black fish that have swallowed my feet.

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Me:        They aren’t supposed to be stylish. They are supposed to cover your feet in bad weather.

Stella:    If you like them so much, you wear them.

Me:        They don’t come near to fitting me and I already have winter boots.

Stella:    And I’ll bet that yours don’t look like blue and black fish that are eating your feet.

Me:        It’s either booties or cold feet. Your choice.

Stella:    Booties are for babies, not bulldogs! Wait! The human baby that visits us, does she have booties? Does she need them? Do her feet get cold? Oh, no! I don’t want that! She can take mine.

Me:        She has lots of socks and even some shoes now. But thank you, it was a very kind offer.

Stella:    Not so much. I thought it might be a way to get rid of those ugly booties.

 

 

 

 

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The Wild, Weird Sky – Conversations with Stella

I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges, and… hurry, hurry, hurry, Lady Human! Let me in! Weirdness is going on!

Me:        Wait. What? What’s that noise? It sounds like a bunch of dry leaves falling, but there are only a few…it’s sleet! SLEET! It’s sleeting in October! Yee-hah!

Stella:    Ice? The sky is spitting ice at me?

Me:        Well, technically, at all of us…around here anyway. This is so funny. It’s sleeting in October. It was 85 degrees two days ago. And it’s Tall Man’s birthday! Wild!

Stella:    Tall Man’s birthday? Why didn’t you say so?

Me:        He doesn’t expect you all to do anything for his birthday. Except if you can learn to sing ‘Happy Birthday’. Bulldogs singing ‘Happy Birthday’. That would be cool.

Stella:    No. No. You can forget that. Nobody tells me what to sing or when to sing it. But I think it is wonderful that the Great Creator is sending him a slushy on his birthday.

Me:        This is cool, but there’s not enough ice falling right here to make a slushy drink. And what’s falling is melting as it hits the ground. So…

Stella:    So, if enough sleet falls, everyone gets a slushy drink?

Me:        I’ve never seen that, but if a lot falls, cars look like they’re wearing overcoats made of ice.

Stella:    Freaky.

Me:        Yeah.

Stella:    But you would never leave me outside in icy weather until I had an ice overcoat, right?

Me:        Right.

Stella:    Or the others either? I act as though I don’t care about them, but really…I do.

Me:        Right. I thank the LORD every day for His mercies and for giving all of us shelter from every storm.

Stella:    Amen.

Me:        And for food.

Stella:    Amen. Big AMEN!

Me:        And for clean water.

Stella:    Amen.

Me:        And for air to breathe.

Stella:    Amen.

Me:        When did you start saying ‘Amen’ to my prayers?

Stella:    I have for a long time now, Lady Human. Didn’t you tell me that the Book He gave you all says, ‘All creation groans…’? We always hope the best for humans. It means so much to us.

Me:        Amen.

 

 

 

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