I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Move over, Lady Human. There’s not enough room.
Me: You are right. There is not enough room. You move over.
Wiggles: Hey, quiet down. We folks are trying to get some sleep.
Me: You folks?
Tiger: What’s all the noise about?
Stella: Lady Human is being selfish. She’s hogging the bed.
Doodlebug: Don’t you mean ‘dogging’ the bed?
Miss Sweetie: I’ve been back there. There is not a whole lot of extra room on that bed. I prefer to stretch out in here. And in there. So long as I don’t fall off. It’s a great bed.
Me: Come on, Stella. Be a friend. Move on over.
Stella: All right. There.
Me: You call that a move?
Stella: Sure. I was over there. Now I am here.
Tiger: SLEEP TIME!
Miss Sweetie: Huh?
Me: Well, I’m going to sleep in my own bed comfortably even if it means rolling a bulldog over.
Stella: Yeah, okay, whatever.
Me: Here we go.
Stella: Hey, what’s going on?
Me: Sausage dog roll.
Stella: Oh, that’s okay then. Good night, Lady Human.
Me: Good night, girl.
Stella: By giving up, I win.
Me: Win what?
Stella: The Bed Battles. I’m still here.
Me: So am I.
Stella: Yeah, but you are missing some inches on your side of the bed.
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