I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Back off, Wiggles!
Wiggles: How come? This is my corner, too.
Me: What is going on now?
Stella: This is my palace and Wiggles keeps going in it like it’s hers. She has her own place.
Me: Does this have something to do with the beds being moved around the other day?
Stella: Yes. No. Maybe.
Wiggles: Tiger slept in this corner. It smells like her. It reminds me of her.
Me: You and Tiger didn’t get along that well.
Wiggles: But now I miss her. And now Stella has her day bed in Tiger’s corner.
Me: Compromise settlement proposal.
Stella: Is that something good to eat?
Wiggles: Does it taste like chicken?
Me: No.
Stella: Aw.
Wiggles: Aw.
Me: Stella keeps her bed where it is. Wiggles, you can nap next to her. Then, at night, you can use her day bed.
Wiggles: Hmmmm…
Me: May I point out to all parties involved that you, Wiggles, have your own bed, the spot behind my chair, and your special blanketed box under the table? I understand that none of you likes change and this has been a hard one that no one wanted. Get along with each other, okay? Agreed?
Wiggles: Agreed.
Stella: Agreed, so long as you throw in something that tastes like chicken.
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