I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. All is quiet. It has been raining a lot for the past few days. No one wants to sunbathe because…there is no sun. Sunbathing without sun is no fun. Haha! I made a rhyme. Did you hear that, Sweetie? Sweetie? Lady Human, something is wrong with Sweetie!
Me: No, she’s all right. She’s asleep.
Stella: Look at her! She’s jerking her feet! She’s making growly noises and puffing her cheeks!
Me: She’s dreaming.
Stella: It’s scary! Make her stop! Wake her up!
Me: I personally think it’s better if the dream finishes and she wakes up on her own. I feel that way about humans, too.
Stella: Humans do this?
Me: Sure. We dream. I mean, we may not growl or puff out our cheeks, but the dreams are real enough. I’ve seen you dream, too.
Stella: No! I don’t do that!
Me: Sure, you do.
Stella: No, I don’t! Take it back!
Me: What’s the problem? I think it’s cool that you all dream.
Stella: That’s undignified. I am a queen. I don’t jerk and jump and do all that weird stuff while I am asleep.
Me: No, not every time, but yeah, sometimes.
Stella: Make it stop. Don’t let me do that.
Me: Don’t you remember your dreams ever?
Stella: Well, adventures I wake up with, yes. But all that jumping and fake running? I don’t want anyone watching me while I am asleep. How embarrassing. How dangerous.
Me: You are safe here. You are among family. No enemy is going to sneak up on you in your sleep.
Stella: Phew! That’s a relief! Because I would hate to have anyone see me looking as ridiculous as Sweetie looks right now.
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