This Is Not A Hotel – Conversations with Stella


I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. This is a terrible hotel. My room has not been cleaned for days.

Me:  Uhhbbb…this is not a hotel.

Stella:  Oh, Lady Human. Of course, it is. It doesn’t look all fancy like those places on the Picture Box…which still freaks me out by the way…but it is my hotel. I have room service. I have a sunbathing area. There are midnight snacks.

Me:  Well, not exactly midnight. That’s a little late.

Stella:  Yes, that is why this is not a good hotel. The kitchen closes too early.

Me:  But the beds are soft.

Stella:  Mmmm…meh. I have to arrange my own blankets because the human never does it right.

Me:  I am the human who does it.

Stella:  I was trying to be polite. I understand that you don’t know how to run a hotel.

Me:  This is not a…

Stella: Don’t worry, Lady Human. I won’t tell anybody how bad the service is here. The pack and I already know. We love you anyway, but don’t expect any Happy Barks.

Me:  Happy Barks? You are rating me?

Stella: We’re bulldogs. We judge everything.







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