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Something happened last week. Something bad.

Elizabeth went off to work on Wednesday, and she didn’t come back.

I was worried sick. I know she can look after herself, but what if something bad happened and she needed me and I wasn’t there? Why didn’t she come home?

Kay and Malcolm were home. They didn’t seem worried. That comforted me a bit for a while. Then I remembered that often two-leggers are less sensitive to their environment and the lurking dangers in it than we Great Newfenees are.

I began to feel like I had failed in my job to keep Elizabeth safe.

Thursday went by and still she didn’t come home.

Friday came and, again, it was Malcolm who fed me, gave me my chicken balls and put me to bed for the night.

Then, just as I had drifted off to a sleep full of dreams of wolves chasing Elizabeth through the forest, I was rudely awakened by lights as they shone through my run and the sound of a strange growling machine. Then I heard Elizabeth laughing and saying goodbye to the two-legger she’d ridden home with. I think it was Shelley, one of Elizabeth’s Word on the Water friends. She didn’t stay to visit.

Before long Elizabeth was in my run with me to give me a big goodnight hug.

“Where have you been?” I asked. “I’ve been worried sick!”

“I was in Thunder Bay for a seminar on operating festivals,” I was too glad to see her to prevent her from giving me another big hug. “I’ll show you some photos in the morning,” she said.

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Well, the photos may prove she was in Thunder Bay…. I don’t know. I’ve never been there (Not likely to go ever, either, since its almost 500 km away. That’s human kms. It’s nearly 3500 dog kms away. That’s just too far to go for anything.). But I don’t know about the seminar thing. Her photos are all sunrise pictures. And I detect the lingering scent of Bulldog on her….

WOW Week… Done That!

And I smell a bit peculiar, too.

A natty looking but very obnoxious little black intruder with a couple of white stripes down his back came right at me backwards and squirted me with some really stinky stuff. I though it was very rude of him. I was just doing my job, after all. When I told him this was the Campbell Estate and he had to have Kay or Elizabeth’s permission to be here, he just turned around and let me have it. Right in the face!

Elizabeth has been really wonderful about the stink. Everyone else seemed to be avoiding me for the first couple of days, but Elizabeth behaved as if she didn’t even notice it. Which is saying a lot for her, because even I could hardly stand myself! But then I heard her say to Kay, “Is it really that bad? I can’t smell a thing!” and I remembered that Elizabeth has no sense of smell. I used to think that was a tragedy – I mean, there are so many amazing things to smell in the world. The world is alive with scent! But now I understand that sometimes even sad things can be blessings.

Elizabeth took me in to see my friends at the vets’ again this week. I haven’t been in to see them for a long, long time.

Well…, I did go in once this summer. We were sitting in the car waiting for Kay to come back from the butcher’s shop. It’s right next door to the vets’ place. I couldn’t understand why we were so close to Dr. Celia & Dr. Roseanne – I could see the door from where I was sitting – but we weren’t going in. I began to cry, so Elizabeth put my lead on and took me in to say hello to everyone. They all petted me and were laughing and smiling over me. It makes me feel so good when I make two-leggers happy like that!

Anyway… This week Elizabeth was concerned about all my scratching and head-shaking and a cut on top of my paw. She also said it was time I should get my liver and epilepsy drug levels checked. So we went in to get everything attended to. I got to stand on the flat metal thing that always tells everyone that I need to go on a diet. “One hundred and fourteen pounds,” said the female veterinary assistant who took me in.

I left in disgust. So what I weigh 114 pounds. I could beat any 114 pound two-legger at a foot race, then run it with another and win again! And that’s going five times the distance they’d do in the process! Yet Dr. Celia still labels me “CHUNKY!”

It turned out that my cut wasn’t a cut and that it, my head-shaking and itchy-all-overness are caused by a bacterial infection in my skin, so, I’m on antibiotics again.

Sadly, I couldn’t, under all these circumstances, go to Word on the Water – Kenora’s great festival for readers and writers – to meet all of you, my reading public and fans. I’m so sorry I missed you. It would have been so much fun to get up in the reading room to read to everyone from my blog. ~:o(=

Maybe they’ll ask me next year?

Elizabeth says you were all asking after me. Thank you! She says she remembers one conversation in particular:

“How’s Stella doing? Is she all back to normal again?”

“No… (explanation ensues). I’m really not sure what normal is for Stella. I don’t think she’s ever experienced it.” ~:o/=

Elizabeth also says that many of the authors really enjoyed the Book Paws I gave our friend Lil to put in the Author Gift Bags (that was just one of the many thoughtful and industrious things Lil did at the Word on the Water. She’s an author, too, and she also read from her books, which are all about wild animals she has nursed back to health). I’m glad my fellow authors liked the Book Paws. I’ll tell the rest of you more about them in a couple of weeks in a Tail Thumper!

Apparently, Word on the Water was a great success! I’m glad, because Rick Brignall, Shelley Bujold, Lil Anderson and Elizabeth spent a lot of time and worked very hard to get it all together for Kenora area book lovers. Authors came from four different provinces (that’s a long way!) to be here, and they all seemed to have a wonderful time, too, which made my two-legger organizer friends very happy indeed.

And Elizabeth says that even though I wasn’t able to make it, she was able to help a famous mystery writer, C. C. Benison, understand the world of writing blogs a bit better using my blog as a teaching tool! I feel so honoured! She says he told her he would have to write a dog into his new series about two-leggers who die at the hands of other two-leggers (sounds rather gruesome, but maybe a dog could help put an end to this aberrant two-legger behaviour, C.C.) just so I would review his books in my Tail Thumpers! Imagine that! I hope he does. I might just review them anyway…. I’ll certainly ask Elizabeth to read them to me!

P.S. Elizabeth attended the First Nations Graphic Novel event Friday night. I think she’ll get over it soon, but it seems she was really impressed by the speakers, Niigaanwewidam James Sinclair and David Robertson. She even bought some of their books to sell in the shop!

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