I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Me: Hey, girl, give me a little more room, okay?
Stella: No, not okay. I am comfortable.
Me: I’m not. I am way bigger than you are.
Stella: How is that my fault?
Me: Not a matter of fault. A matter of fact. Scooch over.
Stella: Get your own bed.
Me: I did. This is it.
Stella: Why don’t I have a bed?
Me: Uh, counting this one, you have three beds.
Stella: Yeah, but this one is my favorite.
Me: Mine, too. Scooch over.
Stella: How do you ask someone to scooch over politely?
Me: Scooch over, please.
Stella: Not good enough.
Me: What is good enough?
Stella: A new big bed just for me.
Me: There’s not enough room in here for another bed.
Stella: Sure there is. Clean out that place where you keep hanging all those clothes of yours.
Me: My closet? No way. You will have to learn to share.
Stella: Share? What an ugly thing to say, Lady Human!
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