I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Yesterday it was what the humans call Spring. Today it is what I call freaking cold. Spring ran away. I guess it is afraid of the cold wind.
Me: Yesterday the temperature was in the 80’s. Today it’s been in the 30’s. Welcome to Texas.
Miss Sweetie: Why, Lady Human, why? The sky is blank. I can’t have a sunbath without a sun.
Me: The Easter Norther was a week late this year.
Stella: Easter Norther? Is that yet another horrible human invention? Are crazy people running things?
Me: Nope. No human is in charge of the Easter Norther. Even after Spring has sprung, we usually get one last cold front right before Easter. I guess this one took the long way around.
Tiger: My toes are cold. They were warm and now they are cold. This is a mysterious mystery. Who stole our Spring? And what is Spring anyway? And do we want it back? And how do we get it back if we do? These are questions that need answers.
Wiggles: Please turn off the fans!
Me: All the fans are off.
Wiggles: Not the ones outside. They are blowing like the cold boxes in summer.
Me: That’s the North Wind.
Doodlebug: Well, Miss Easter Norther North Wind can keep her little jokes to herself from now on. Where is she anyway? I want to have a few words with her.
Me: An Easter Norther can’t have a conversation. It is a weather front. It has no mouth.
Stella: Of course, it does. It’s been spitting in my face all day long.
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