I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. I sleep in Lady Human’s room, in her bed and in my special space by her bed. It is soft and comfortable and, since she stopped stinking up her room with the smelly mist machine, it has been enjoyable.
Me: I like my essential oil diffuser.
Stella: I don’t, so not important. What I like best of all is that for a few weeks now, she lets me return to the room after the morning break, and I rest, and nap and she reads stuff and answers something that humans call “email”. Humans are always making up new words for unimportant stuff.
Me: Well, at some point each day, we must exit my room and emerge into the larger world.
Stella: Why?
Me: There are things to do.
Stella: What?
Me: Stuff. Like washing dishes and clothes. Like running errands including buying dog food and treats. Important stuff.
Stella: It can wait.
Me: You would wait for food and treats? I don’t think so.
Stella: I want to stay with you. I want to lie in bed and stretch and snore. The others can wait. They are fine. And you will always have food for us. Let’s stay in your room. Let’s just live there.
Me: It won’t work for long, Stella. Things have to be done to keep things running smoothly.
Stella: Let others take care of that. Tall Man. He can do the shopping. Tiger can take care of the pack.
Me: That means you won’t be the queen anymore.
Stella: Huh?
Me: Well, if you are going to live in my room and only come out to use the bathroom, somebody else will have to take over.
Stella: But I am the Queen. No one else can be the Queen.
Me: Queens have jobs to do.
Stella: Why can’t my job be to sleep in on your softy bed all day? That seems to be my perfect job description.
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