I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. Ruff…RUFF.RUFF RUFF…WOW WOW WOW!
Me: Stella, hon!
Stella: What? You called me ‘hon’. You never call anyone that unless they’re in trouble. How could I get in trouble? I was asleep.
Me: You’re not in trouble, but you were dreaming again. And loudly. You woke me up.
Stella: Is that all?
Me: It was enough. How come you’re dreaming so actively this last little while?
Stella: I have a great imagination. What else am I supposed to do?
Me: Has something bothered you lately?
Stella: No…well, not much. Maybe the Big Freeze with snow that swallowed our feet and turned yellow.
Me: Turned yellow?
Stella: Yeah, when we peed on it. The ground doesn’t do that. Just that weird, cold snow stuff.
Me: It’s over now. Maybe try to calm down a little more before you go to sleep.
Stella: Forget it, Lady Human. You’re cramping my style.
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