The Secret Leaked...

 So, maybe you've heard of rei... reinc... reincarnation before?  Dang, that's a hard word to remember and I'll bet it's a hard one to say too.  Anyhoo, there may those who now believe that I, Stella Claypool, may just be the reincarnation of a famous soccer player.  A VERY famous soccer player.  I may have even competed in the Olympics once upon a time.  There's a story that leads us down that road of to speculation of course but then isn't there always a story?

My mom used to hope and wish for a dog that enjoyed paying fetch.  The dogs of her past just never were much interested... although they were wonderful individuals that made their mother proud.  She once had a cat that adored playing fetch with scrunched up pieces of typing paper and she says that was fun but just not quite the same as playing with a pooch.  

And then came me...

To say that I am addicted to balls would be putting it mildly.  They truly drive me crazy with their ability to fly, roll, bounce and occasionally get lost.  I nearly eat & breathe balls, balls of any size, I just can't get enough of them.  I can play fetch as long as anyone can keep throwing it.  If you are visiting you can be assured, I'll bring you a ball and give you the most pleading of looks until you finally succumb to my magic and toss the darn thing.  So far I'm maintaining a no-loss win.  Everyone, and I mean everyone, eventually tosses the ball.  Needless to say, my mom adores this gift of mine and makes sure I get to run long and hard on a regularl basis. I adore it too but I knew there was more, more that I just couldn't quite put my paw on until...

Recently I began attending a new doggy day care in town.  Its called Whistle,  in like whistle while you work.  It's the coolest place with the coolest kids ever.  They all welcomed me right into the pack and I've made all kinds of new friends.  I actually enjoy going there instead of feeling like I'm being forced against my will.  There's all kinds of fun things to experience there, from arts and crafts to musical appreciation.  I was totally digging it all and would have been hard-pressed to pick my favorite activity until...

Just the other day at school, Mae, my daycare mom, introduced us all to a soccer ball.  A SOCCER BALL!!!  My heart nearly leapt right out of my chest an was pounding so hard.  I'd been waiting four long years for someone to give me a soccer ball.  It was like seeing a long lost friend.  With my very first kick the memories came flooding back.  Offence, defense, narrowing the angles, and focus, focus, focus on that goal!  It felt fabulous and I can hardly wait to play again.  I tried to keep the other kids in line but it quickly became obvious that these were a bunch of weekend warriors at best and not the series athlete like me.  That's okay, sometimes you're the audience and sometimes you're the star, it's all good either way.  Mom says they might excel at a sport I'm no good at so it all evens out in the end.

So, any ideas of just who I might of once been?  I sure wish Ancestory.com went further back, back to past lives.  When I listen closely I can still hear the roar of the crowd. Maybe you can too!

Loves & Licks

Stella

 Yesterday I turned four.  Yes, really I did!  I know I look much younger and I attribute that to healthy food, plenty of love and a really good gene pool combination, but I honestly am four years old now.  Can you recall when you were my age?  I know that's been a lot longer for some of you than others but it's such a special, once in a lifetime age, I hope you can remember.

Being four means I've been places, met lots of different folks and have a pocket full of experiences under my belt.  The best of the best is the friends I've made as I've traveled along lifes pathways.  Some have been much bigger than me, some have been much hairier than me and some haven't had much hair at all, but the one thing they've all had in common is that I loved each and every one of them to bits and pieces.

For my birthday yesterday I received a couple of new toys and yes, they are wonderful, all fresh and unchewed but something was missing... can you guess what is is?

Let me start by telling you a story about another present I received, it goes like this...

I'm a lucky pooch who has never gone without an extensive assortment of toys to play with, however, I tend to love them maybe just a smidgeon too much.  If there's a squeaker inside, and of course those are my favorite kind, I just can't seem to rest without doing my best to "kill" that darn thing!  I even give myself extra points if I'm able to extract that noise maker out of the tiniest hole,  like a surgeon doing fine, complicated surgery.  Once the squeaker has been separated from its host toy, the stuffing is next on the list.  Oh, the fun of leaving tiny balls of white snow like  stuff all around the house!  Unfortunately my mom doesn't share the sense of accomplishment I do and in fact, from the huffing and puffing she does while gathering it all up leaves me to believe she's maybe even angry or disappointed in my ways of showing love.  Once a toy has been thourougly loved in the methods mentioned above, the leftover corpses go to live in the closet, up high on a shelf where I can't even see them,  but my feline siblings assure me they are there.

 

And then came by birthday day...  Try for a moment to imagine sitting alone on the floor and then having an entire bag,  really big bag, of friends you've loved in the past but haven't seen or sniffed properly for the longest time, being showered upon you all at once.  It was downright magical.  There they all were, patched up beautifully and ready to play with once again.  Everyone seemed so happy to be back together and I smiled ear to ear, I just couldn't believe it was true and it seemed to me that everything was right in my world once again!

New toy that I hoped for & got!

The moral of this story is to remind you all that as amazingly wonderful as new friends are, all shiny bright, without any tatters yet,  no smell of dog drool on them and all their seams sewn shut nice and tight, they just don't quite compare to the comfort, of old friends full of memories.  I'm old enough now to understand that it takes time for new friends to become old friends and to be as loved and cherished as much.  I'm making it my mission to make that happen as quickly as possible though because without a doubt, old friends are the very bestest kind!

 So hug your friends, new ones and old ones.  Share experiences, make memories, lots of them, let them know just how important they are to you, even leave a little drool on them if you must.  Just be sure to treasure them even if you might not get to see them often, even if they have some flaws and never forge those who helped make you, you!

Loves & Licks,

Stella

PS ~ In full disclosure, one is already residing once again in Moms closet.  Sorry Hedgie

 

            

So my mom says this is the last day of the year.  She seems really excited about it but I'm not exactly sure why.  She also says that folks have been asking about me, maybe even wondering as to what I've been up to for the past several months. Oh, I've pretty much just hung out at home with mom and the kitties and from the whispers I hear from my other hairy friends, that's what most of you have been up to too. We go each day either to the river to walk and play fetch or to a couple of the parks nearby. I did get to attend my first outdoor concert earlier in the summer with Mom and Auntie M.  I tried my best to be just as good as possible because that was fun and I want to be able to do that again, and again, and again.

 Mostly, I'd say I've spent a lot of time reflecting.  As I'm approaching adulthood there's just so much to consider!  For the time being I've decided to continue to live at home.  I'm afraid Mom would start ugly crying if I mentioned moving out on my own.  I had a date a couple of months ago but he turned out to be a bit deaf and blind and too old to run and have real fun with.  Mom says that sounds a lot like her dating life too.  

This is Pibb ~ he sounded better than he was IRL

I've been reviewing my options, "trying on" different occupations to see how they fit. I know some folks make a very nice living as an astronaut but what about alien spaceships?  Those sound kinda scary and I'm not real fond of heights.  That's probably a no go.

I love to eat yummy foods and Mom has all kinds of really cool kitchen stuff that you plug in...  maybe a baker or chef would be fun and taste good too.  I could just sit and dream of the concoctions I might create.

Or, perhaps I could just continue being a pup of leisure and spend my days sailing through the skies in a hot air balloon.  Oh, the choices are endless.  So tell me, what do you want to be when you grow up?  Let me know and I'll add it to my list of possibilities.

Happy New Year with Loves & Licks

Stella

In the meantime I want to wish you all the best for 2021.  I'm hoping there will be a lot of new adventures, new friends, new experiences and a chance to visit with folks a whole lot more!

So when exactly do I get my cap & gown?

Greetings from the land of the Corona Virus!  Now, to be honest, I'm not exactly sure what that means.  I've put together little bits and pieces here and there,  from conversations I've overheard and the radio and television but I still have questions... so many questions.

 It sounds like a terrible thing and I don't doubt that for a minute, I've heard of folks being sick and even dying from it which is just too sad to even try to wrap my brain around but without trying to sound disrespectful, as a little black dog, I'm not really hating some of its aspects.

I've always been taught to look for the silver-lining in problems... like for instance, we don't have friends come to visit anymore at our house, but we get to go see Grandma almost every day and I love playing with her.  I especially love that she always pours me a bowl of filtered water when I get thirsty and my ball is always waiting in exactly the same spot.   She never gets tired of throwing it for me and when I'm really, really good, she has a bag of treats stashed and I know right where they are.

My Grandma!

Another benefit is that Mom has had a lot more time recently to spend  with me.  Sometimes we walk the lake, or the dike or head to the river and sometimes we take car rides to new destinations but the difference is, now we are never in a hurry! Even if it's just getting to spend more time napping on her lap, it makes me happy but... let me tell you about my very favorite new thing to do!

Up by the lake is this beautifully big building that Mom says is a high school named RA Long.  Turns out Mom went there many, many years ago and so did her grandson Easten. In fact, I've met a lot of lovely folks over the years who also went to school there. In front of the school it just so happens they have not one but two humongously big yards with luscious green grass and really tall trees.  Because of this virus thing, there aren't any kids going to school so it's become a very lonesome place.  Mom and I decided to visit it and let me tell you, that place rocks! Because it's such a large area, Mom can throw the ball really far and I get to run just as fast as I can to fetch it.  Just between you and me, Mom can't really throw worth a darn but with that green ball-throwing device, she looks like a superstar.  And then there are the squirrels, tons of them and they are so much fun to play with.  We pretend I'm chasing them, but I'm really not, it's just a game, and they run up and down the trees, teasing me, but not mean- like because remember, it's just a game.  I tried my best to run up the trees after them but for some reason I just can't seem to get a grip on the bark like they can.

There are also these really cool flowers that Mom says are called dandy-lions.  She told me all about how they are healthy and helpful to the bees but the part I like is how you can nudge them and make them blow all over.  I tried using my mouth but I just couldn't pucker my lips in the right way so I ended up just swatting them with my paw instead, same results and so cool.

Success!

I also have my very own private gardner that comes every so often and lets his very noisy horse-like monster eat the grass and make it short again.  Sometimes he kind of vacuums up all the leftovers that the monster leaves but sometimes he doesn't and that leads to one thing I'm not really crazy about... hairy balls.  Yup, my ball gets little grass hairs all over it and when I bring it back to Mom, it tickles my tongue something fierce.  Still trying to find the silver lining in that little problem.

So, I'm hoping this virus thing isn't getting you down, that you've been able to find some silver-linings too and that when this is all over and I've gone back to day-care, and you've all returned to your lives, you'll be able to look back over these past few months and realize that there were some good times too.  And... if this Corona continues much longer, my hope is that I too will be an RA Long graduate. :o)

Love & Licks, Stella

      

                    

Happy Birthday to me?

So... according to my mom, today is my birthday! I guess I'm three years old now, although I still  feel like a very young pup. If you believe the online charts and grafts, that makes me equal to about seventeen in people years.  Hummmm, that might explain a lot.  Turns out I've been a bit moody for the last few months, just kinda keeping to myself, sometimes even napping at the opposite end of the couch instead of always in moms lap.  I'm usually happy and excited to see what the day might hold but once or twice I've found myself feeling reflective, and just like time in my bed, left alone to chill.  Mom says she just chalks it up to me being a teenage girl, what the heck does she mean by that?

I'm so excited that today I share my birthday with the first day of Spring ~ how cool is that!  Spring is full of longer days for walks around the lake, dry skies to head towards Willow Grove to chase the birds or warmer weather to head to the beach.  I'm old enough now to know that following Spring is Summer, major whoop time!  I've heard whispers of some new adventures planned over the next few weeks and I can hardly wait.

My Auntie Joanski always said Spring pups were the best pups to adopt and I have no reason to disagree.  Now is like the PERFECT time to consider an addition to your family and if adoption isn't your thing, maybe fostering would be a better fit.  Thant's how I met my mom.  Either way, it can be a really wonderful experience that will make your heart swell right out of your chest ~Yes, I've watched The Grinch Stole Christmas movie too, maybe more than once.  He's kind of a scary dude!

Please help me celebrate my special day by doing one random act of kindness in my name.  Id love to hear back from you as to what your RAK ends up being.  The thought of being the reason for something nice happening just makes my heart well in a very Grinch-kinda-way.

Loves & Licks,
Stella

Life Lessons

During our morning walk today, I started thinking 'bout some life lessons I've learned along my journey through life.... then I thought, hummmm ,  maybe if I shared with you and you shared with me, we might all end up learning something new so let's give it a try!


: Squirrels are fun to chase, they can run fast and so can I, but not when I'm on a short leash.  Squirrels can run up trees, and I can't.  But I tried.

:  Dishwashers are like a treasure trove but you've got to catch it before someone closes its door.

: Lemons might  look like tennis balls but they sure don't taste or play the same.  Yuk!

: Sometimes the smartest thing to do is pretend you can't hear.



:  More people smile and say hi when its sunny outside.


:  Flowers smell so nice but don't bother the bees that are busy smelling them too.

:  Someone needs to make room freshner that smells like freshly cut hay.

:  Dog food and treats are really yummy but cat food... now that's a REAL treat!



: When I'm bored, I ring the bells on the back door, not because I need to go out but just to get Mom to put down her book and pay attention to me.

:  Car seats for pups are great for lifting you high enough to see out the window but also for when the car stops waaaay too fast.

:  Dogs don't give a rip about politics  Dogs are very smart.

: Sprinklers at the school track field are fun to play and run through but don't try that at the golf course.

:  Cats don't play fair... ever!



: I love my moms friends but some days I miss my dog buddies from day care so its nice when we meet new friends on our walks.  I'm not sure,  but I'm thinking one can never have too many friends.

:  Thunder and lightening aren't scary if you sleep right through it.

Tomorrow there will be more to learn so sweet dreams to everyone!

Loves & Licks,
Stella

A Magical Morning

Have you ever woken up on a beautiful morning and just needed an adventure?  Today was like that.  I'd have liked to have to have grown a pair of wings and soared to somewhere far away but alas, that was not to be.  I really hope and pray I grow up to be an eagle someday but right as of this moment, the odds don't seem to be in my favor.

After bearing witness to a pink and purple streaked sunrise, Mom and I got our walking attire on and headed out the door.  We headed to a lake that runs through our town, named after Sacajawea, a Lemhi Shoshone woman who helped to guide and interpret for Lewis & Clark.  She traveled with their expedition thousands of miles, from North Dakota to the Pacific Ocean.  I love the ocean and can only imagine what they must have thought the first time they saw it.

That's Sacajawea on the left.  I accidently peed on her foot.

Bad, bad pup!

   Our lake is called a sparkling jewel and even though I've seen it my entire life, in rain, snow and sunshine, I have never-ever seen it as beautiful as it was this morning.  The lavender smelled heavenly, the fountains sparkled and everyone we passed had a smile on their faces too.  I got to stop and visit with three other pups and one pups mom even had treats in her pocket that she shared with me!  Our lake has tons of big trees to leave p-mail messages on,  so of course I had to add a message or two of my own.  It's so nice that there are places to sit and enjoy the view, or cast a fishing pole.  You can sail your kayak, play on either of the two playgrounds or bring a picnic to enjoy.  There are a couple of islands to that you can visit although one, the Japanese Garden,  doesn't allow pups.  I keep hoping Mom will sneak me in because I'm just dying to see what's behind those magical doors but so far, no luck in getting smuggled in.  Maybe someday...

One of the fun parts of walking the lake is keeping my eyes ears and nose alert for other creatures and critters.  They are everywhere!  We almost always spot a couple of turtles sitting on logs sunning themselves and squirrels are so much fun to watch.  Most of the Lakes inhabitants are friendly but then there's the gang of geese, that's a whole different story!  Mom says the correct term is a gaggle of geese but I swear they are a gang and I'm sticking to my story.  These guys are tough and loud.  They scream at you and delight in chasing whatever crosses their path.  I do my darndest to stay clear of them.

Not this path please!

Gang Members

Lake Sacajawea was developed in 1924 and I'm already looking forward to its 100th birthday.  I hope there will be an amazing birthday celebration and I hope its dog friendly.  If you are ever in our town, I hope you will stop by and spend a little time enjoying it.  If you are already familiar with this little gem then I encourage you to visit often because I swear, it's different every time I come.

Today proved that you don't have to grow wings or go far to have an adventure. Here's to hoping you fill your day with special times too.

Loves & Licks, 

Stella

This girls got balls!

This weekend I'll be delivering #12!!!!    It all started about a year ago when I overheard a podcast my mom was listening to.  The subject being discussed was "spreading joy" and I really liked the thought of that.  I spent a couple of days thinking,  just how might a little black pup manage to make the world more joyful...  I thought of all the things that make me smile, that seemed like a good place to start.

Have I ever told you about my-very-favorite-balls-in- the- whole-wide-world?  Well, they are nothing short of fabulous!  First of all, they fit perfectly in my mouth and when I chew on them they make the  coolest squeaky sound.  They also have a hole that goes clear through them that allows the air to create a whistle when you throw them just right.  Best of all though, they GLOW!  Yup, seriously.  You can hold a flashlight up to them for a few seconds, place it next to a lamp or just sit it in the sun.  A glowing ball is extra special fun to play fetch with, especially in the dark. And so...


I decided I could make the world a little bit better by sharing my love of these amazing glow balls by surprising other dogs with a gift of one of their very own.  My mom helps me a little but it really is my project.  So far I've given eleven balls out and have the twelfth one ready to go.  Mom says that makes a dozen.  I just know that it makes me smile from ear to floppy ear.

If you know of a special pup that might enjoy one of my-very-favorite-balls-in-the-whole-wide-world, drop me a note and let me know and I'll add it to my list.  I get a small allowance each week if I've been really good so as you can imagine, it takes me a bit to save up for each order but it's a goal I believe in and enjoy.  Just one little ballsy black dog doing what she can to spread joy!

Loves & Licks,
Stella

Memorial Day Missive

Happy Memorial Day... although wishing that seems kinda strange to me since the day is about remembering those who died protecting us.  I think that's more about being sad and respectful but then there's a lot of things hoomuns do that I personally just don't get.

Like this...  I'm really hoping that someone can clue me in to the meaning of all these abandoned clothes.  In the last two days we have come across a pair of shoes neatly placed along the dikes path, a pair of socks at the schools track and a pair of pants outside the gates.  Did the rapture come and I got left?  If that's the case, heads up buttercup ... you got left too.

I've never seen my mom just take off her clothes and leave them laying about, at least not in public.  Now I'm not saying she never has, I've just never been witness to it.

Is there some kind of hidden message in these  pieces of clothing that I just haven't yet figured out?  Is the universe trying to tell me something?  Please feel free to clue me in.

In the meantime, please enjoy this sacred day in whatever manner you wish but somewhere int he back of your mind, remember about what today really signifies and remember too that not all who lost their lives were hoomans… some heroes walked on four legs.

Loves & Licks,

Stella

My very-favorite-ball-in-the-whole-wide-world

This is the story of my very-favorite-ball-in-the-whole-wide-world and a mean and evil sneaker wave. Have you heard of sneaker waves before?  Do you know how dangerous they are?  I'm two now so sure, I'd heard about sneaker waves once or twice before.  I fully understood that meant that you couldn't go in barefoot, that you needed to be wearing shoes to logically protect your feet.  I'd seen signs posted, warning folks about them and suggesting that you never-ever turn your back on them but I never once thought it could apply to me.  And so my story goes like this...

I have this favorite ball.  It's incredibly cool for so many reasons, like it has a hole in the center so when it's thrown just right, it whistles.  If you hold it in your mouth just right, it's great fun to chomp on and it charges up from light so that you can see it in the dark.  I love this ball and if I had my way, I'd pack it EVERYWHERE I go!  If you don't have one, I'm here to tell  you,   you need one.  Sooner better than later.

My mom and I walk in the sand along the river every morning, just before it gets light enough to see.  Mom believes it's good for our physical health and that watching the sun come up is good for our soul.  Who knows, she might be right, she is occasionally about other things.  Never before had she let me take my very-favorite-ball-in-the-whole-wide-world out to the sand with us but today I somehow convinced her.  It might have been because I'd been particularly cute this morning, or that I'd been such a good girl or it could have been because it's Tuesday, we'll just never know for sure but the ball and I hit the beach running.  Mom called ahead and warned me not to let it get close to the waters edge but by then I had the wind on my face, the sand between my toes and my very-favorite-ball-in-the-whole-wide-world in my mouth and I wasn't hearing a single word she said.

The ball, me and Mom were having a lovely stroll and I was having a blast showing off my ball to the seagulls and ducks along our route.  Everyone seemed most impressed.  After a bit my jaws were getting a little tired so I put my ball down just long enough to take a moments break and get a different hold on it when out of no where, along came one of those vicious, hateful sneaker waves and grabbed my very-favorite-ball-in the whole-wide-world right from between my front feet!  Mom was a ways ahead of us and didn't actually see it happen but when she glanced back and saw me at the waters edge, empty mouthed and gazing out into the waters, she quickly figured it out.  We checked the water and even grabbed a stick in hopes of spotting it and being able to help it back to shore but there was no sign of it at all.  Mom said it should float but nope, it was no where in sight.  We searched as long as we could and then it was time to head home.  Boy, was I depressed at the thought of never seeing my very-favorite-ball-in-the-whole-wide-world ever again.  How could I be expected to carry on?  I hung my head and started for the car, trailing as far behind Mom as I possibly could when all of a sudden I heard her yell my name.  There it was, just a foot or so from shore, bouncing along, carried much farther by the waters motion than we had expected.  Other than the bathtub, I am not much of a fan of large bodies of water but was doing my best to work up the courage to jump in when Mom just took a few steps into the river and snagged my ball for me.  That's my idea of a true hero!

 This story has a happy ending but also a moral... pay heed to those warnings and never ever trust those sneaker waves, whether you are wearing shoes or not!

Loves & Licks,

Stella

Today is National Pet Day

So, today is National Pet Day and here at Casa de la Risa (translation: our house, where we laugh a lot) loves to celebrate every event we possibly can.  Usually our celebrations include food, music and maybe a little dancing. What's your favorite cause for celebration?  Around here, sometimes we just party because it's a Friday night.



 Turns out my mom is has been holding out on me!  I am two years old and I'd never tasted a banana before.  Can you believe that?  Someone call PETA because this well may qualify as animal abuse.  Turns out they are pure deliciousness and if that's all that ever filled my food bowl, I'd be one happy little black pup.

When I was first born I had to drink formula because for reasons beyond my control, my biological mamma was MIA.  From there I graduated to raw goats milk and thought that was nectar from the gods. In my two years here on earth, I've tried many, many different things, some good, some bad and some that came as quite a surprise.

So grab your favorite pet, cat, dog, lizard, whatever and turn on your favorite tunes, eat some delightful treats, dance around the kitchen and celebrate the day because there's no better "party animal" than us four legged ones. HAPPY NATIONAL PET DAY from our house to yours!

Loves & Licks,

Stella

It's a Beautiful Day For a Birthday

Today is my birthday, the second one I've ever had.  Unlike hoomuns though, I'm not like a two year old tot.  No, dogs age much differently from hoomuns.  If you take a look at this cool age chart you'll see that I am now a Young Adult, similar to when you were about twenty-three.

 If I weren't a dog, I might have graduated from college by now, moved into a home of my own, found a job and maybe even started a family.  Let me tell you, being a dog is so much better!  I get to run out by the river early almost every morning, I get plenty of fresh water and delicious food that I don't have to ever go to work to buy, I never have to pay a bill and... I get to live with  my mom forever!

Birthday Sunrise

Lot's of cool stuff has happened since I was born.  I've made a ton of friends, some I've met and others I haven't yet.

I have hiked up trails, kayaked on the water, swam in the water with my safety vest on, eaten a gardenful of carrots, ran the track at the middle school and played with all my friends at camp.  I love holding paws with my mom, getting my footpads massaged with shea butter and chasing balls.  Yup, anything that includes running after a ball is a real winner with me and I've learned to play soccer and am a fairly accomplished goalie.

I could tell my mom was stirring up something special because, well basically ANYTHING with peanutbutter in it is special to me.  I had no idea what she was making though so imagine my joy at discovering it was a birthday pupcake for me!  Yup, that's right.  It's a combination of applesauce, oatmeal and peanutbutter all mixed up and baked into a delicious little bundle of complete yumminess, just for me.  She frosted it with peanutbutter, added a few treats on top and then placed a carrot stick in the middle.  Oh my goodness...  birthdays sure do taste good.

Later today Mom is taking me shopping for something called a present.   She explained that folks like to celebrate birthdays by giving someone something meaningful, so I'd like to use my new "young adult" boldness by asking each of you for a present too.  In celebration of turning two, I'm asking that each of you do two, not one but two nice things for someone else today.  It can be as easy as looking a stranger in the eye and wishing them a terrific day, or calling someone you haven't connected with for awhile and letting them know you miss them.

As wonderful as my pupcake is, knowing I was able to help spread some goodness around today would be even better.  Ans so, believing that you'll do your part, get started now and lets all make this a most wonderful March 19th EVER!!!

Loves & Licks,
Stella

From the Vaults ~ The Chronicles of Stella

March 9, 2018

So today Mom said I learned an "Important Lesson"  It went down like this... No rain or snow or ice to contend with on our walk this morning, just sunshine and fog.  The fog is kinda fun because you don't get much notice of who'll you'll be meeting next along the trail.

I came upon the most wonderful treasure, a really cool, really big stick.  Much larger and heavier than any I've ever discovered before.  I was trying my best to figure out a way to carry it but it was more unwieldly than I'd expected.

Suddenly, out of the fogs mist appeared my good friend Angel.  I love Angel and Mom enjoys chatting with her mom and dad, giving Angel and I time to goof around and catch up on each others latest adventures.  Angel quickly saw my dilemma and picked up one end of the stick, keeping her head down low enough that I was able to hold the other end.  Together we carried that big stick down the trail together while the Parental Units proceeded to laugh and laugh at us.  Mom laughed so hard that the photo she took turned out all blurry.  The lesson I'm supposed to have learned is that good friends can help to ease our burdens.  I have no clue what a burden is but I'm guessing its just another word for "big stick".

Loves & Licks,
Stella