What Don’t Matter Don’t Matter – Conversations with Stella

I am Stella….Aaaaggghhh! Awwww! I am so sorry! So sorry! Please forgive me! I didn’t mean to!

Me:        Stella, calm down!

Stella:    But what I did!

Me:        I know what happened.

Stella:    So terrible. How can you forgive me? So nasty.

Me:        It’s no big deal. You pooped in your crate.

Stella:    Terrible! Terrible! I didn’t know where else to go!

Me:        It happens. It doesn’t matter!

Stella:    It matters to me.

Me:        Look. I’ve already put your toys in the wash. I am carrying your crate tray out to hose it down. That’s why we have a high-powered attachment on the hose. It will all be gone in a few minutes.

Stella:    How can you ever forgive me?

Me:        It’s already forgiven. Just one of those things.

Stella:    I mean, you were back there, visiting with the human puppy and I felt it coming on, but nobody was in here and who would have heard me and all of a sudden, there it was…

Me:        It’s probably because of that heartworm preventative Tall Man gave you earlier.

Stella:    Aaaaggghhh! I hate those things!

Me:        I know.

Stella:    You hide that in meat balls and I am so weak…I give in every time to the meat balls. Aaaagggghhh! I can’t resist the meat balls!

Me:        You aren’t supposed to resist the meat balls. You need the heartworm protection.

Stella:    I am so sorry!!!

Me:        Listen! Some things don’t matter at all. This is one of those things.

Stella:    But…

Me:        Listen to me! There are things that we do that matter. And there are things that we do that don’t matter. This is a don’t matter thing.

Stella:    Lady Human, that is poor grammar.

Me:        I know. And it don’t matter.

Stella:    But you are teaching me proper grammar…

Me:        Yep. And sometimes improper grammar pops out because what we are saying is real. And it just don’t matter. This is a don’t matter moment. Now think about what really happened. You pooped in your crate. I have taken your soiled crate tray outside, hosed it off, and wiped it down. The poop flowed into the dirt where it will break down and return to the earth. New plants will grow out of it. It won’t smell bad. It won’t stick to our feet. We won’t even know it was there. That’s how the LORD made it to be. Blessed be the Name of the LORD. His ways are higher and better than our ways. If we had to come up with a way to handle the mess, we probably would have messed it up. So, bottom line, you had an accident. It got cleaned up. What don’t matter don’t matter.

Stella:    So, it’s okay if I poop in my crate every day?

Me:        NO!

Stella:    Good! Because I hate pooping in my crate. Nasty!

 

 

 

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