So. You’ve all heard how my Accident turned out to be more serious than Elizabeth originally thought. Dr. Celia told her that I must take 10 days at least away from my normal duties as Head of Security on the Campbell Estate. Not only that, but she discarded the T-shirt you all thought looked so cute on me and has given me yet another “look”: Dog Grunge, complete with head gear and a zipper and pipes where the T-shirt was. And I’ve been shaved. Again.
I don’t know. It just isn’t me. I don’t want to hurt Dr. Celia’s feelings. I’m sure she did an excellent job. But the new look leaves me feeling a bit… inadequate. A bit… depressed.
Winter is coming, and my wool takes a long time to grow, so I’m also worried that I might have trouble when the temperature drops to the -30C I usually thrive in.
Most of all, though, I want to be out on patrol. It’s my favourite job. But Elizabeth says no way. We had a bit of a discussion about it this morning. I was so un-up-to taking my usual I’m Alpha Dog stance, that I grudgingly had to admit she was right.
“Why don’t you come and help me in the Kitchen, Stella? I really should have a supervisor. I think you should do that while you’re off duty for a while!”
Well… I’m good at eating.
I decided to give it a go. I usually sleep While Elizabeth is cooking, but today… Well, we did a photo doc for you!