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Today is my Birthday! I’m eight years old now. That makes me the oldest member of staff at the bookshop in two-legger years. Kay is still has me beat, though…

First Day in my New Home - Big Bed all to Myself!

First Day in my New Home (seven weeks old) – Big Bed all to Myself!

Elizabeth and I want to celebrate the day by doing something special. We can’t have a traditional party at the shop because it’s too full, and the crowds of people would probably overwhelm us. The usual bottlenecks would get all jammed up and two-leggers would get stuck and I’d need to hide because, much as I love my fans, sometimes I just need to take a wee break and be alone for a while, and cake and drinks in a bookshop really aren’t such a great idea and… well, you get the picture. What to do?

I thought up a grrrreat idea! It only works for my local fans, but then, so would a party, so this is what we’re going to do:

  1. Come in and see me at the bookshop today. Wish me happy birthday and I’ll give you half my usual cut (5%) off your book purchase!
  2. Sing me Happy Birthday and I’ll give you my whole commission on your purchase (10%).
  3. If you sing and hold up your book purchase and let the scribe take you picture with me for the blog and a poster of the celebration for the shop, Elizabeth will give you another 5% off your book purchase! Then I’ll have something to remember the day. That’s important to me because I’m getting old now and my memory isn’t as good as it used to be.

My most recent portrait. Not as cute as I once was, but I’m still very cuddlable! (Note the soft focus. We used that option to hide my wrinkles.)

I hope all my Kenora friends and visitors will drop in and wish me a Happy Birthday today. I’m really excited to see you all!

Things That Go Creak in the Night

Last night was terrible. I hardly got any sleep at all. Something was going on outside. Something very noisy. Every few minutes, it would pop, or creak, snap, or crunch.

Let’s be clear. I am not talking about Elizabeth’s knees here. She wasn’t even moving until I woke her up around midnight to make her aware of the situation out there.

Sometimes it sounded like someone was walking out on our balcony. Sometimes they were jumping on the roof, I think. Once it even sounded like someone was tapping loudly on the bedroom window. That last one really startled me.

As the night went on, I grew increasingly agitated. When Elizabeth told me to lie down and go to sleep, I went over to Kay’s room to try to get her to check on what was happening. She just snored back at me.

I pounced on Elizabeth’s bed, which, most of the time, doubles as my own. At first, Elizabeth spent some time trying to make me feel better. By five, though, she was getting a bit rude. I don’t understand why she was so cranky. I was just doing my job. And I was truly unnerved by all the strange snaps and pops. It was kind of like those banging lights the summer people like so much. They drive me round the bend with anxiety. By five o’clock, I was panting constantly and pacing wherever I found a little space. I tried hiding under the bed, but I’m too big for that.

At five, Elizabeth got so fed up with my distress that she told me to go outside and “see for yourself, Stella. There’s nobody there!”

I tore out the door and ran round the house, into the woods and over to Al and Joanne’s. Elizabeth was right. There was nobody anywhere. I was out until almost seven making absolutely sure. Then I was too hungry to care about anything other than eating.

And I was getting cold. Last night when we came home from the bookshop, it was -7 C. By midnight, the temperature had dropped to -22 C. Elizabeth says that the rapid drop in temperature was what was making the house and decking creak and make all those strange noises. I’m not so sure. I think it must have been aliens. I couldn’t check the rooftop, where a lot of activity seemed to occur, for tracks.

We’ve had a very busy day today. We’re both very tired. And now, as we near closing time, it is really beginning to show.

I found the camera and took this picture of Elizabeth this afternoon.Don't drool on the computer, Elizabeth! We need it to write my blog!

I found the camera and took this picture of Elizabeth this afternoon.Don’t drool on the computer, Elizabeth! We need it to write my blog!

She got even when she found my quiet place in the storage cupboard under the stairs...

She got even when she found my quiet place in the storage cupboard under the stairs…

 

Turn that Noise OFF!

I think it’s weird how, after all the time I’ve spent in this family, they still don’t believe me when I tell them something strange and potentially dangerous is going on.

“WOOF! WOOF!”

“Oh Stella. Quiet. That’s just a train,” or, “Hush up, Stella. That’s just mom in the kitchen,” or today, “Ssssh! Stella, be quiet. That’s just a helicopter going over!”

Well, yes. It is just a helicopter going over. But it’s doing something dangerous. And it’s doing it over, and over, and over… “WOOF! WOOF!”

“Good grief!” says Elizabeth some time later. “Why does it sound like a war zone out there?”

Good question, two-legger. “WOOF! WOOF!” Here it comes again.

Finally, Elizabeth sees what I’ve been trying to tell her.

Go get your camera, two-legger! I want you to eat crow. Tell the world how I’m not an hysterical Great Newfenees after all.

Elizabeth mumbles something and, finally, does what I tell her. As she’s setting up the camera for the shot, she comments, “Looks like we have some new well-heeled neighbours moving in, Stella.”

Well-heeled? Whatever it is, doesn't look like it has much choice! I tell you, you'd never get me on a leash way up there like that!

Well-heeled? Whatever it is, doesn’t look like it has much choice! I tell you, you’d never get me on a leash way up there like that!

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