Me: You’re giving an award to yourself?
Stella: Who better? I am a wonderful companion. I do not eat human furniture. I only bark when I want to.
Me: Isn’t giving yourself an award a little…well…self-serving?
Stella: Of course. Who else would I serve?
Me: Then tell me, what form does this medal take? A gold disc in the shape of a bulldog? A plaque to hang above your bed?
Stella: No. Nothing stupid like that. And this is where you come in, Lady Human. Meat. My medal is to be made of meat. The good stuff, not some cheap substitute. And if you do a good job, I may just award you a Good Conduct Medal for Humans. Of course, that one will be made of meat, too – for me because I picked you.
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