I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. I like much of what the humans call Christmas.
It has special food, some of which the humans feel compelled to share with us because of what they call “Christmas spirit”. I like Christmas spirit. Because of it, my humans are more generous at this time of year and I get to eat some of their turkey and roast beef.
Christmas tastes good and it feels good. We get new soft toys and blankets. This happens because other humans who have the places where toys and blankets live put them “on sale” and that makes our humans happy and even more generous.
And I like the way Christmas smells. Except for the strong smells that Lady Human calls ‘essential oils”. She can keep those to herself. They are not Christmas. But there are other special smells like bread baking, cookies baking, meat baking, something called peppermint, something called pine tree which I think I have smelled before outside, and… what is that? Oh, no! That’s not Christmas!
Me: What’s the problem? Oh, no! That’s not Christmas!
Stella: I know what it is.
Me: Me, too! Please make it stop!
Stella: I can’t. It will have to stop on its own. There. I think it has stopped.
Me: Can you warn me before something like that happens again?
Stella: Only if I have some control over it. The air has cleared. Now, let us return to Christmas.
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