I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Me: Stella.
Stella: Mmmm.
Me: Stella!
Stella: I am asleep. Talk to you later.
Me: STELLA!
Stella: What! What?
Me: You’re lying on my neck.
Stella: Huh? Says who?
Me: Says me. Your head is resting on my neck.
Stella: How did that happen?
Me: I have no idea. This is a first. I sure don’t mind you leaning in, especially on a cool night. It feels good when you rest your head on me, but…
Stella: I apologize, Lady Human. Your neck made a good headrest. My big ole head just seemed to fit right in there. And your breathing was so steady.
Me: Yeah, I want it to stay that way.
Stella: Was I pressing too hard on you?
Me: No, your head was just so close to my face. Didn’t seem like there was enough room for both of us. Don’t worry about it. There’s plenty of headrest spaces.
Stella: Yeah, you have lots of space on your big ole body to rest on. I’ll pick another spot next time. Thanks for the invite.
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