Make Me Laugh – Conversations with Stella

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I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. We are shy one voice in the pack. I miss Snoopey.

Me:        As do I. Please. Make me laugh.

Stella:    That’s not my job. I don’t take orders from you. I am a bulldog. What would Snoopey say if she heard you?

Me:        She would sit with a very dignified air and flat ignore me.

Stella:    Exactly. And what do I look like? A human funny person?

Me:        A comedienne?

Stella     Yes. No. Maybe. Have you seen Wiggles?

Me:        Yeah, a while ago.

Stella:    Have you seen Wiggles lately?

Me:        Okay, what’s going on?

Stella:    She stole a bag of trash and she is running around the house, carrying it in her mouth like it’s some kind of prize.

Me:        Uh-oh. Where is she now?

Stella:    Who knows? Who cares?

Me:        Let me get Wiggles outside to run off some energy.

Stella:    Happy hunting!

Me:        She’s out now. What were we talking about?

Stella:    You were ordering me to be funny for your own amusement. How rude!

Me:        I just thought we could use a laugh.

Stella:    Is that all we are good for? Laughs? Oh, and you’d better check on Wiggles again.

Me:        What now?

Stella:    She is digging up chicken feed by the chicken run. And look! The chickens are all lined up in a straight row, watching her. They look angry.

Me:        They look like chickens always do.

Stella:    Yep. Chickens with their angry pointy faces. I know what would make you laugh! Let the chickens out so they can chase Wiggles around. That would be hilarious!

Me:        Not for long. What about when Wiggles realizes that she is being chased by chickens and turns around?

Stella:    Wiggles? Realize? Chickens? Can you imagine that happening?

Me:        Yes. No. Maybe. Chickens chasing a bulldog. I would like to see that one time.

Stella:    Ah, there’s a smile. Not a laugh, but the next best thing. We’ll keep trying.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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When You Don’t Know What to Say, Pray – Conversations with Stella

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I am Stella. I am an Olde English Bulldogge. In fact, I am their queen. For those who don’t know me, that was my introduction.  My question today is

The humans are sad. Why?

Me:        Something terrible took place last night not many miles from where we are.

Stella:    I don’t understand.  How far is “miles”? Did it happen in our backyard?

Me:        No, but it feels as though it did.

Stella:    Did it happen to us?

Me:        As hard as this may be for you to comprehend, it happened to all of us.

Stella:    I don’t feel different. And when I woke up this morning, I counted and all of us were here, bulldogs and humans. Even the cat.

Me:        Not every family can say that.

Stella:    Tell me the truth. Did some bulldogs get loose and run wild?

Me:        No, nothing like that.

Stella:    So it is not our fault?

Me:        No.

Stella:    That is a relief. I always feel guilty when dogs cause a problem. I want to stop problems, not cause them.

Me:        Me, too.

Stella:    Was it a storm? Because those can cause problems and I don’t know how to stop them either.

Me:        It was like a storm, but humans caused it.

Stella:    But humans don’t like storms! Why would humans cause one?

Me:        Hatred. Confusion. Mistrust. Do you remember when Tiger came to us and why?

Stella:    Yes, a dog attacked Tiger and hurt her so badly that she almost crossed over. Was what happened last night like that, but it was not done by dogs, but by humans?

Me:        Yes.

Stella:    But humans are supposed to have more understanding than we do. Humans are supposed to know better.

Me:        We don’t apparently. Not by a long shot.

Stella:    But the Great Creator put humans in charge and we are all subject to you. Stop the human-made storms! What are you going to do?

Me:        Pray. And keep praying. Never stop. Even if things look all right. Ask the LORD and obey what He says. And never give up. Never. Never. Never.

Stella:    What can I do?

Me:        Be yourself, Stella. That’s what God created you to do.

Stella:    How can that help?

Me:        We need to smile again. And laugh. That’s another part of this life that God has given us. And that, Stella, is where you come in.

“For where envying and strife is, there is confusion and every evil work. But the wisdom that is from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, and easy to be intreated, full of mercy and good fruits, without partiality, and without hypocrisy. And the fruit of righteousness is sown in peace of them that make peace.”  (James 3:3 KJV)

 

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