I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Don’t move, Lady Human. Stay right there, just like that.
Me: I’ve got to GO.
Stella: Go where?
Me: You know. GO.
Stella: To the tiny room?
Me: Yes.
Stella: I must say that this is very inconvenient. I just got comfortable.
Me: For the tenth time. Get re-comfortable when I get back.
Stella: Hurry. You are like a big, fat pillow and not one of those you bring home from those places you call stores.
Me: My pillows are pretty cool, and I choose them with care.
Stella: But you are a better pillow. You are squishy, you are warm, and sometimes you even smell good.
Me: Well, I’m glad. I try to…
Stella: No, not when you use that flowery, stinky spray and candle stuff. Pee-yew! When you’ve been hanging out with me, that’s when you smell good. Keep it up, prop-up pillow.
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