Notebook: October 29: LRSC refuses to move. She thinks that because she is pumpkin colored (or thinks she is, never mind that she is actually copper red), she should be able to turn into "that carriage" from which Richard was so unceremoniously dumped. She will not sleuth. She will only drive to (gasp) work, and then return to home. And I am subject to her whims, apparently.
As a result, I have promised her that we shall go on another sleuthing adventure when we think a return to the mansion is likely. I have also promised her a bath tomorrow, complete with leather treatment.
Capegal, you were right: she must be spoiled.
Happy Halloween, everyone! I have house guests and state furlough, so I'm gone for a few days...
Always,
i2d