You may recall that the bookshop has become a more general marketplace with the addition of fine art and antiques. Elizabeth is the book lady and Bonnie is the antiques lady. I notice Bonnie is introducing me now as “Stella the Shop Dog”. I don’t really mind her laying a claim on me; I’m pretty fond of her, too. But I am, and always will be, Stella the Bookshop Dog.
And this proves it.
Bonnie has been going on about getting a Persian runner for The Gallery. That’s just a posh name for a hall with paintings hung along its walls. I don’t know why Bonnie is so interested in Persians. But she is. She wants one on the floor of all things.
My thought? What am I? Chopped liver? And just what is it that you think Persians have over Pyreneans, Bonnie?