Me: Stella, the Olde English Bulldogge, is frustrated and sad. She is going through a mini crisis.
Stella: Mini? You mean like those little dachshunds. No, not mini! Biggy! A biggy sad!
Me: Okay, a biggy sad. Why don’t you explain?
Stella: My bed! My wonderful, perfect bed! The one Tall Man gave me the first night I came here to my new home. It’s ….gone! Destroyed! Life will never be the same!
Me: And how did it come to be destroyed so suddenly?
Stella: Mmmmm, not sure.
Me: Mmmmm, think about it.
Stella: Well, my fancy Nylabone was stuck under my bed and it refused to come out when I called it so I could chew on it and I got more and more frustrated and I started pawing at the pad and I kept on and on…and before I knew it, a big hole…just appeared…and stuffing came out…and….AAAAWWWWGHH! The floor to my beautiful bed was GONE!
Me: Do you understand how the big hole happened?
Stella: AAAAWWWWGHH! No!
Me: The beds are not meant to be pawed and pawed like that. You have to be gentle with them.
Stella: AAAAWWWWGHH! But I’m a bulldog!
Me: At least I got your Nylabone untangled.
Stella: Yes…thank you. Chewing on it made me feel better.
Me: Hey, I gave you another bed.
Stella: It’s not the same.
Me: It’s the same size by the same company.
Stella: Not the same. Doesn’t smell like me.
Me: It will. Honestly, it probably already does.
Stella: Not the same. My beautiful bed had dog memories. I had some great dreams in that bed. Running, barking, chasing the cat. Gone. All gone.
Me: You will enjoy new dreams.
Stella: How would you feel if your bed was destroyed?
Me: I would have to get another and break it in, get used to it, but it would be all right.
Stella: Your bed must not be as special as mine was.
Me: Special? I don’t know. It’s comfortable.
Stella: AAAAWWWWGHH! You don’t understand!
Me: Well, I am going to try to fix your old bed. I am going to sew a new floor into it so you will still have the same bolster all the way around it on which to rest your head.
Stella: You can do that? Really?
Me: I can try. I have some fabric that might work. Even for a bulldog.
Stella: When? When? When?
Me: Give me a few days. I’m going to have to stitch it by hand.
Stella: Lady Human, if there is anything good that I can ever do for you, just let me know.
Me: You can keep from clawing up the floor of your bed in the future. As for anything else, well, Stella, I think you’ve already done it.
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