I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Once upon a time, it was hot. Now upon this time, it is cold.
Me: I have noticed that a blanket hog has appeared in my room the last few nights.
Stella: A hog? Who let a hog into the house? Nasty! Did you leave the door open, Lady Human?
Me: No, and this hog looks a lot like someone who lives in the house already.
Stella: Blanket hog…blanket hog…oh, I get it. It’s you! Hog of the blanket! That’s a great name for you.
Me: Not me. You! You’re the blanket hog!
Stella: What an ugly thing to say! Who wraps herself in the soft blanket every cool night and holds onto it?
Me: You.
Stella: Wrong. The answer is you!
Me: And if I happen to get up in the night for anything, what do I find when I return to bed?
Stella: Is this one of those guessing games? How many tries do I get?
Me: I find Stella right in the middle of the bed, laying on my blanket. So, who’s the blanket hog?
Stella: Let’s see. Your bed. Your blanket, so the answer is YOU.
Me: And I have to roll you over just so I can get back in bed and grab enough of the blanket to cover myself.
Stella: You admit that you are the blanket hog. Finally! I’m glad we got that cleared up.
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