Day Nine Hundred and Seven

We slept in. Not Craig. Just all the ladies. In our house. Zita and Niamh and me. Because it is Merry Christmas holiday time. So you can have nice long sleep ins. Good for us.

Craig got up so I could check all the outside smells. And have my tasty breakfast. I went back to bed. To keep Zita all toasty warm. It is my job.

When we were all awake we had toasts with the special Merry Christmas jam. From way far away France. Good for us.

Craig's mother is sick. She will not go to the doctor. That is silly. Craig and Zita went over to see her a lot. Too bad for her.

She should go to see my doctor. He is very nice. Oh well.

Today is the end day of the whole year. Tomorrow the year will start all again. Brand new. Just for us. Ha. Good for us.

Niamh got a machine for making toast sandwiches. For Merry Christmas. She made toasts sandwiches for her friend Lilly today. None for me. I like toasts. Oh well.

Craig dropped a pice of cheese at lunch time. I got it. Ha. 

Emmet is writing all the new rules for his long story game. With his friends from all over. I do not know the story. It is not about the nice policeman with the brave dog. Oh well.

After lunch Craig and I watched the hockey game on the television. In the den. I had a little nap. That is good. 

Craig told me that Zita and Emmet and Niamh might go out for a nice dinner. Tonight. Maybe. Because it is the end of the year. He will go too.

I will guard the house. I am a good house guard. It is known. Ha.

Day Nine Hundred and Six

We had a nice quiet day. 

Niamh has gone to a birthday party. For her toe dance teacher. 

On the brand new outside go skating place. At the new buy lots of things place. On my way busy street. 

It is a cold cold day. Too bad for her. She will have icicle toes. Ha. 

Craig's silver little car has a silly loud noise. 

It had to go to Mister Paul's fix your tire store. Not Mister Mike's fix your car all up store. 

Mister Paul's store just fixes tires and little noises. He is just up on my way busy street. 

Sometimes I visit the store. The floor is very dirty.  I can not walk on it. Or I will have way too dirty feet. Oh dear.

Emmet is having a bath today. So he will not be too dirty. Because we will have a brand new year. Again. 

I do not know where the old years go. Maybe the nice garbage men take them all away. In the big noisy truck. Ha. 

Day Nine Hundred and Five

We had a nice quiet morning. Niamh and Craig had a big sleep in. Zita and I got up so I could have my breakfast. Ha. And Zita could have her coffee. Good for us.

The bunny rabbit is still Comimg to my patio. I do not like that. It is my patio. 

Craig makes my peanut butter treats from the special peanut butter from the giant big city. Niamh brought it home. For Craig. And me. Ha.  

We had toasts. With jam today. That is good.

Zita went out to lunch. With her friend from Mister Saint Paul's university. That is nice.

Craig and I had special peanut butter bagels for our lunch. That is good. Emmet had bagels too. But no peanut butter. Too bad for him.  

Niamh bought new games to play on the play noisy games box in the basement. On the nearly new television. In the basement. 

She was up very late playing her games last night. I heard her. Ha. That is why she had to have a sleep in this morning. Ha,

Craig got more little soldiers secret presents. For Merry Christmas. From my friends Emmet and Niamh. He has to put them altogether. They are very brave knights. With a very brave dog. To help them. They have a canon. 

Emmet has a canon. It lives in his cosy bedroom. In case of the scary wolves. Or nasty people. Craig made it for him. When he way way little. That is good. 

Emmet would be a knight. If it was a way long time ago. Or a Pope. Because Emmet loves pasta. That is what the Popes eat. Because they have to live in Italy. Where all the pasta grows. It is known.

Emmet went to professor Jill's house. To get a book for Niamh. All about brave dogs. I could not go to see my friend Jamie. Because of my sore leg. Oh well. 

Day Nine Hundred and Four

We had our way big cheese party last night. Until very late. We had all the food in the world. 

It was all the used food from the Merry Christmas Day party. And all of the Mahoney's too. Only a little bit fell on the floor. Oh well.

Everybody laughed all night. That is good.

We had a long sleep in this morning. Even Niamh. I was very tired. Taking care of a way big cheese party makes you very tired. I did not have my breakfast until way late. I did not starve. That is good.

The silly bunny was in my patio. In the middle of our cheese party. Zita had to go out and chase it all away. We did not ask the bunny to the cheese party. Bunnies do not like cheese. It is known. 

Mister Bill gave my friend Niamh a beautiful television. For her play noisy games computer. It was his old television. It was in his basement. Now it is our basement. 

Niamh is very happy. Now she is going to make an own made dinner for Mister Bill and Ginny. Next week. 

We are having a nice quiet day. Marry Christmas time is nearly all over. 

Zita and I went for a nice ride in the gold big car. Because we cannot go for our nice long walks. Until my leg is all better. Oh dear. 

Day Nine Hundred and Three

We are going to have another cheese party tonight. With all the Mahoneys. That is good. We always have cheese parties with them. After Merry Christmas Day.

Craig went to his way old friends breakfast today. Because the snow is nearly all gone away.

The new go fast chair does not like snow so much. It will get all stuck. We would never find Craig all stuck in the too much snow. Oh dear. 

There would be nobody to tell me stories about the nice French policeman and his brave dog. Or get my dinner. Or watch out the window with me. Or tell me not to worry. Oh dear. He should not go out in the too much snow. It is known.

We put the table sheet on the table. And brand new candles. Red candles. And the very shiny knives and forks. Because it is a party tonight. A cheese party.  We got brand new cheese. I saw it. Ha.

Craig wrapped all the secret presents. For the Mahoneys. Ha.

There were nasty squirrels running in my garden this afternoon. Because of the no snow. 

My friend Maggie came over and chased them far away. Maggie lives outside. Whenever she wants to. Maggie hates squirrels too. That is good.

We are cooking vegetables for the party. Maybe I will get carrots. Niamh is skinning all the big potatoes for the cheese party. Not the little ones. Tara will be late for the party. No cheese for Tara. Ha.  

We have a new little rug. Just for me. In the dinning room. In front of the kitchen. It is a comfy rug. Dogs like comfy rugs. It is known. 

Day Nine Hundred and Two

It is Happy Mister Saint Stephan's day. It is an Irish day. Zita told me. I do not know who Mister Saint Stephan is. Oh well.

We went to our cosy beds all early last night. That is good. Merry Christmas Day makes you way tired. It is known. I had a nice sleep. I can use the go fast chair as a comfy pillow. That is good.

Niamh and Emily and Cara went down town to do shopping. Way early. I did not go. I kept Craig company.

It is another not very cold day. All the snow is going away. I can play roll the ball. In my side yard. And I will not slip on the slippery snow. Good for me. 

We had fat toasts with our special new jam. It was my special present for Craig. That is good.

Zita had to call her sister in way far away Ireland. Maybe because of Mister Saint Stephan. I do not know. 

We saw all our family from way far away on the little flat computer. In way far away Ireland. Even my friends Orlaith and Ciara They saw me too. Ha. Good for us. 

We all said Merry Christmas. Nobody said why they got their Merry Christmas before we did. Oh well.

It is a quiet day. Just the make our clothes all clean machine is making noise. Everything else is quiet. Because my friend Niamh is not here. She has to go buy a new noisy game. With Cara and Emily. They are my friends. 

Maybe we are going to make tasty cookies today. For the cheese party tomorrow. With all the Mahoneys. We will have to open more secret presents. Ha. Good for us. 

Day Nine Hundred and One

It is the Merry Christmas Day. Ha.

We had our giant cheese party last night. We had lots of smelly cheese. From all around here. Where we live. They make lots and lots of way good cheese. Lots of cheese fell. On the floor. All for me. Ha. 

There were so many people here. I went into my bedroom. I had a little nice nap on the big comfy bed. Emmet too. 

Then we put out all the secret presents. All around the giant Merry Christmas tree. We had lots of secret presents. 

I got my own secret present. From Saint Santa. A giant toy to bite. It is all mine. 

The nice Pope told everybody that dogs go to heaven. Craig told me. I knew that. Heaven is only for nice dogs. Iike me. Nasty dogs do not go to heaven. Saint Newton told me. Nasty dogs have to start all over. They start as squirrels ha. 

Nearly all the Merry Christmas snow has all melted away. That is not right. 

We had own made croissants for our Merry Christmas breakfast. To eat when we opened all the secret presents. A big piece fell on the floor. Ha.

Emmet got an old God secret present. It is a giant bird. It will live in his cosy bedroom. To guard him when I am all fast asleep.

Niamh got a big dance a lot bag. It looks like a turtle. People are very silly. They are not turtles. 

I gave Craig a big jar of way special jam. For our toasts. From France. I am from France. A way long time ago. Jam is good for you.

I gave Zita a big bottle of Scotsman's drink. In a special box. All for her. 

Emmet and Niamh got all the socks in the world. And clothes from all over. Even from way far away Ireland. 

Craig got more books. Ha. Zita got a book with lots of pictures of tasty food. And how to make them. Good for us.

We will have another party tonight. Not a cheese party. Just a turkey party. Not one of Uncle Bill's turkeys. A turkey from the nice food store. That is good.

Merry Christmas Day makes you very tired. It is known.

Day Nine Hundred

It is a very busy day. We have a cheese party tonight. 

We had toasts and jam for breakfast. Good for us.

It is a rainy day. That is not right. Merry Christmas is snow time. Not all rainy soggy dog time. It is known. 

Craig wrapped all the last secret presents. I was a big help. Craig told me I got secret presents for Craig and Zita and Niamh and Emmet. That is good. I do not know what they are. Because they are secret presents. 

We will open them all tomorrow. Tomorrow is the Merry Christmas Day. Because it is the little baby Jesus's sing happy birthday day.  That is why we get the secret presents. Good for us.

We have the loud Merry Christmas music on. Not on Niamh's little music machine. On the big black way too heavy to lift music machines. Because it is Merry Christmas time. It is known. 

Tonight all our friends are going to be here for our special Merry Christmas cheese party. That is good. We are going to have Zita's way special famous desert. With the strawberries. And the fat cream. And lots of pies. And Mister Nicastro's tasty way smell cheese. Ha. Good for us.

Niamh and Emily and Cara put beautiful stars and balls on our beautiful outside trees. Just for Merry Christmas Day. Good for us.

We have to make the house all spic and span for the cheese party. Niamh even made her bed all neat and tidy. I can see the floor in her bedroom. Ha.

Emily and Cara are helping Niamh make the house all spic and span. Craig says she is Tom Sawyer. That is not right. She is a lady. Just like me. She is my friend Niamh. Not Tom Sawyer. Craig is silly. Because he is way old. Ha. 

The den is all full of secret presents. That is good. One is for me. I can smell it. Ha. Not so secret. Ha. 

We put up the special just for Saint Santa socks. For little secret presents. I have one. Ha. Squirrels do not have special socks. Too bad for them. 

We have to talk to our cousins in way far away Ireland. They have Merry Christmas before we do. That is not right. I do not know why. 

Craig says Saint Santa will still have presents for our family when he gets here. That is because he is a Saint. Like Saint Newton. I will not worry. 

I will go to fast asleep early tonight. 

Happy Merry Christmas Day to everybody. I hope you get way nice secret presents too. It is known.

Day Eight Hundred and Ninety Nine

Everybody had to wash their hair last night. Not me and Craig. Ha.

Craig watched his hockey team. Oh well.

We had toasts today. No jam. Oh well.

We had tiny croissants for lunch. I got croissant ends. Ha. 

Craig wrapped lots of secret presents today. He is very messy. Ha.

Professor Jill brought us a not secret present. Own made donuts. Just for us. Merry Christmas for us. It is known. 

Craig broke the butter bowl. It went crash. All over the kitchen. He yelled very loud. I did not understand him. Oh well. I had to go to the living room. With Niamh.

Craig always breaks those little bowls. Now they are all gone. Too bad for us. 

Zit had to get the noisy clean the floor machine to pickup all the little little pieces. Oh dear.

Niamh and Cara had to go to nice Mister Kettlemans store to the the egg noggs. For the night before Merry Christmas Day party. Maybe we will sing happy birthday baby Jesus songs. Or tell funny stories. 

Zita is going to make all the tasty food for our party. There will be cheese. It is a cheese party. It is known. Lots of our friends will be in my house. Eating cheese. Ha. 

The scary noisy go on my sidewalk move the snow machines drove all over my street today. I got in trouble. I am a too loud, too much barking dog. Oh well. 

Day Eight Hundred and Ninety Eight

We had a party here last night. Right after filling all the big boxes full of nice food for the nice man. Who did not have enough food for a special Merry Christmas dinner. And his cats. 

The Mahoneys were here. Not all of them. Just enough. For a party. That is good. I got some cheezes. Thank you Saint Newton. Good for me.

Emmet finished his way long story for his dangerous people class. He is happy. He slept all in today. Ha. Then he had to go find secret presents for everybody. 

Niamh and Craig went shopping too. And went to a nice restraurent for their lunch. I guarded the house. And our beautiful giant Merry Christmas tree. 

They brought home secret presents. Craig hid them. I know where. But it is a secret. It is known.

Mister Mike's fix the car store fixed Zita's gold big car. It was just a little fix. That is good. 

Zita had to go to the way small office today. Because of all the very important lists. She took the all fixed up gold car.

She had to go to a way nice restraurent. For lunch. With table sheets. It is a beautiful clothes restraurent. Where the waiters do not have any names. I could not go. I do not have a jacket. Or a tie. Just my Scotsman coat. For the way too cold. Oh well. 

Craig has a tie. From his long time ago way way old school in far away England. It is in the scary basement. He does not know where. So he cannot go to way nice restraurents either. Too bad for us. 

Craig wrapped up lots more secret presents. With everybodies name on them. 

They are not the special Saint Santa's presents. Saint Santa brings them. When everybody is all asleep. For the baby Jesus's birthday. It is known. The baby Jesus had a nice dog. Good for him. Craig told me. 

Emmet is going to make Irish chicken tonight. Because Zita has to make all the important lists all right. And maybe she cannot have her dinner with us. Oh dear. Niamh is going to make the vegetables. All tastey. 

Craig can only put out all the knives and forks. And light the beautiful candles. We always have candles at our dinners.  It is known.

Day Eight Hundred and Ninety Seven

I got up early. With Niamh. She had to go to a store to teach more dance a lot. For little dancers. She got presents. Not secret presents. Just presents. Because she is a nice teacher. 

I went back to my cosy bed. Good for me.

Zita had to go out and find more secret presents. We did not have toasts today. Oh well.

Craig and I wrapped a lot of secret presents. I got treats for being a big help. Ha.

Uncle Bill walked all the way from his house. To bring us his own made sausages. For Christmas. Good for us.

His house is far away. He has to walk. Because he does not want to buy new pants. 

Emmet and Zita and Uncle Bill had tea and brand new bagels. Craig had his too much coffee. Oh well. I got carrot treats. Ha.

Everybody is going to the nice good store. Except Craig. To buy lots of food for a nice man who does not have any special nice food for his Merry Christmas time. Oh dear. That is not right. He has cats. Oh well. We will get lots of tastey food for him anyway. 

Then they will have pizza at the Mahoneys. That is what they always do when they get the big boxes of tastey food for the nice people who do not have lots of food or secret presents for Merry Christmas time. 

The gold big car is making a nasty noise. We are taking it to Mister Mike's car fixing store. Oh dear. The gold big car is my favourite. The silver little car is too little. 

Day Eight Hundred and Ninety Six

We had a little party at my house last night. Niamh and her dance a lot friends had pizza. With Craig and Emmet and me. They were dancing all over our house. They have very loud music. It is known. 

They told lots of stories. And laughed a lot. Ha.

Zita could not have dinner with us. She had to go Merry Christmas shopping with Doctor Susan

In the middle of our dinner singing people came to my house. In to my front hall. To sing songs. About Merry Christmas time. They were way too loud. I did not like it. They went away. Ha.

Niamh and her dance friends got all dressed up. In sparkly clothes to go to the party. It was just down the street. Beside the park where the ducks live. In the summer. Not now. It is too cold for the ducks. 

Niamh was way tired this morning. She had to go teach at the dance a lot place. Ha. She could not go to Uncle Bill's. 

Craig and Zita went. To Uncle Bill's before Merry Christmas party. They got Uncle Bill way special jam. Full of the Scotsmen's drink. For his breakfasts toasts. Ha. 

Uncle Bill is not a Scotsman. He is an Irish person. Like Zita. But he was not born there. Craig says it is ok if he drinks the Scotsman's drinks. Scotland does not care. Me either. That is good. 

Emmet could not go to Uncle Bill's. He was up way way late writing his important dangerous people story. Craig will look at it so it is all beautiful. 

Craig's flat little computer came back all fixed. That is good. Now he can read his lots of books. And catch all the nasty people. And read me some of the stories. Good for us.

Craig and Zita got more secret presents. And some shiny stars for our beautiful patio tree. 

I got lettuce treats today. Because I did not jump up on the windows when the nasty squirrels ran up my trees. I hate squirrels. It is good they do not get any secret presents at Merry Christmas time. Ha. Too bad for them.

Nobody can go in the cosy bedroom. Except me and Zita and Craig. Because that is where all the secret presents are all hidden. I know where they are. I cannot tell anybody. Because they are secret. It is known.

Day Eight Hundred and Ninety Five

It is a please Poppy guard the house day.

Craig and Zita have to go and find more secret presents. For everyone. Because it is going to be Saint Santa's day soon.

I have to guard my friend Emmet. He is too busy writing his very long story to guard himself.

I have to guard all our secret presents and our giant Christmas tree too.

I am a very good guarder. That is why it is my special job. And I get peanut butter treats. 

Emmet is my helper. Because he has all the very old swords in his comfy bedroom. And the Viking axe. Ha.

Emmet came upstairs a lot. To help me guard. And to make all his Irish tea

Craig's little flat computer is not all right. It has to go to the fix it up store. Oh dear.

How will he read all his books?

He will have to be Craig and not someone else.

Who will catch all the nasty people if he is not the nice French policeman with the very brave dog. And all the very smelly delicious cheeses. Oh dear. Too bad for us.

When Craig and Zita came home they had big bags. Full of secret presents. 

There were no secret presents for me. Saint Santa always brings nice dogs their secret presents. It is known. Good for me.

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Day Eight Hundred and Ninety Four

We had a nice quiet day.

Zita is still making her big important lists.

Lists of all the people who want to be rascals. I was a big help.

She has to go to the way small office downtown today. In the afternoon.

I cannot go. Sometimes I bark too much. Oh dear.

Emmet is writing his very big story all about the way long ago times with the very dangerous people. In way far away Ireland.

Craig is just reading his books. I do not know who he is this time. He did not tell me. Oh well.

We played just roll the ball. Three times. Because of my sore leg. Oh well.

We got more secret presents last night. And today. Ha.

We had more cake and sang the happy birthday song again last night.

We had our own made cake. I helped make it. With Zita.

Craig did not help. He can only make peanut butter sandwiches. And his Scotsman porridge. Oh well.

We did not have any cheese. Oh well.

We have lots of Merry Christmas cards.

I got one from the nice people who take care of dogs who do not have nice families to take care of. Oh dear. That is not right. It is known.

Day Eight Hundred and Eighty Three

It is an all freezing rain day.

Zita had an important meeting this morning. We waited until she came home before we had our toasts.

Niamh did not go to school today because of the freezing rain. Buses do not like to go in the freezing rain. They just get all stuck. Ha.

Niamh and Craig went to get my medicine to make me all better. That is good for me. 

Craig's car is very careful in the freezing rain. He told me.

Craig had to go to get more secret presents today. He was away for a long time.

I stayed here to guard my friend Emmet. He was fast fast asleep. 

Because of the remember everything exam yesterday.

Now he has to write a very big story about all the way dangerous people for the dangerous people class.

We are having another sing happy birthday party tonight. With own made cake. For Emmet and Niamh.

Because Craig's mother has to sing happy birthday to Emmet and Niamh. That is good.

Maybe we will have cheese. Good for me.

Day Eight Hundred and Ninety Two

Zita did not get home until very very late. Because of all the lists. It was past my bed time. I stayed up and waited for her. It is my job.

When we waited Craig and I watched the hockey game. In the den. Oh well. I had a nice nap. 

Niamh had to go to her dance a lot school very early. For special dance practice. Zita drove her because it was nearly still all dark outside. 

It is not nice to go to school in the all dark. It is known. I do not like the all dark outside very much. Because of the wolves hiding in the bushes. 

We had a nice quiet day. 

We have beautiful little lights on our Merry Christmas tree. Sometimes we do not turn on the other lights. Just the little ones. Because it is nearly Saint Santa's day. That is good. 

Emmet had to go to his remember everything all about long time ago Africa exam. Oh dear. Zita drove him so he could get his tea and donuts. So he would not starve.

Zita had to take her last very long story to Mister Saint Paul's university. She said she was glad. Me too. 

We got more secret presents from the nice secret present man. 

The present man knows my name. He says hello Poopy when Craig opens the door. That is nice. I do not know his name. He did not tell me. Oh well. Maybe it is a secret. Ha. 

Tonight is Niamh's teach at the dance a lot place. She will be late tonight. I will wait at the watching window. It is known.

Day Eight Hundred and Ninety One

We had a big sing happy birthday party last night. With giant cheese pizzas. Ha.

Our giant Merry Christmas tree is so beautiful. It is not scary when it is all full of Merry Christmas decorations. There are nice dog decorations on our tree. Just for me. Ha. 

We sang the happy birthday song for Emmet and Niamh last night. I had a nice nap. After the secret presents were all opened.

This morning Zita got up way way early. Because of the lists. Importants lists. I do not know what lists. They all have to be finished today. Oh well.

Zita worked and worked on both the big computers. I watched. I was a very quiet dog. I got treats. Ha.

At lunch time Uncle Bill came over. To bring Emmet and Niamh their secret presents. That is nice. 

Uncle Bill went to Mister Nicastro's way smelly cheese store. He bought fat sandwiches so he and Craig would not starve to death. Ha.

Uncle Bill is having a just before Merry Christmas party. At his house. Everybody will go. Not me. I will stay here and guard the house and all the secret presents. And the Merry Christmas tree. It is an important job. I will get peanut butter treats. 

Zita could not have lunch. Zita had to go to the way small office. All the way downtown. Because of all the lists. Oh dear.

Craig wrapped lots of secret presents today. I helped. He is not a very good wrapper. He has to cut the ends off. Zita does not do that. It is known. 

Emmet is still studying for his remember everything exam. It is tomorrow. He and Uncle Bill had Irish tea for lunch.  

Craig and I played roll the ball. Just a little way. It is not a very fun game. Maybe his old shoulder is too sore to play throw the ball. I do not know.

We are going to get a movie of Niamh's beautiful dance. In the stick straight out dress. We can watch it on the television. In the den. That is good. I will see my friend Niamh on the television. Ha. 

Day Eight Hundred and Ninety

I had another way busy day. 

It is Emmet's and Niamh's sing happy birthday day. All day. Happy birthday to them. It is known.

And today Niamh is the sugar fairy. In her way beautiful stick straight right out costume dress. It is a all day toe dance day for my friend Niamh.

Craig and Emmet and Zita went to the big stage for dancing place. They said Niamh was the way most beautiful dance. And the best. 

When it was all over she got lots of flowers. Everybody there sang the happy birthday song for Niamh. When all the music was over. That is nice.

I had to stay here. To guard our beautiful Merry Christmas tree. 

This morning Zita and I put up the giant Merry Christmas tree. After our toasts. It is very scary putting up a Merry Christmas tree. It is right to the top of the living room. 

All the chairs in the living room have to be moved. I do not like everything changing. I told them. Craig said it was all ok.  I hope so.

Last night Niamh and Emily and Cara made a you can eat it all up house.  And put decorations on it. 

Tonight  they will put all the beautiful lights on our Merry Christmas tree. And all the little decorations too. They are having the sing happy birthday party here tonight. So they can open their secret presents. 

I gave them a happy birthday cake. Craig told me. All made of ice cream. Ha. Good for me. 

Emmet does not have happy birthday cake. He has happy birthday lemon pies. From the way good make the bread store. 

Day Eight Hundred and Eighty Nine

To day is Niamh's special show everybody her beautiful dances day.

Craig and Zita went to the very big stage building. To watch Niamh dance.

I stayed home to guard the house. And Emmet. He is studying for another remember everything exam. He makes lots of Irish tea. So he can remember everything. 

Tomorrow is another special dance day. It is toe dance day.  She is the sugar fairy. All by herself. With the way beautiful costume. I saw it. Her special toe dance shoes got all fixed. That is good. 

Tomorrow will be a way busy day. It is Niamh's sing happy-birthday day. And Emmet's too. 

Craig and Zita got me a secret present to give to them. Just one present for both of them. Oh well. I do not know what it is. It is a secret present.

Uncle Bill called us on the telephone. He was in his kitchen. Making his own made sausages again. We are going to get some. Ha. Good for us. And his way special own made Irish cream in the big bottle. Just for Zita. Because it is nearly Saint Santa's day. It is known.

I do not eat sausages. They might make my tummy sick. Even Uncle Bill's special for friends only sausages. Oh well.

Zita in nearly finished her very long story for Mister Saint Paul's university. I am helping. By being very quiet when I have my nap on the comfy duvet.

Craig's hockey team won. He was surprised. Me too. He does not have way good teams. It is known.

Day Eight Hundred and Eighty Eight

Today all the nice newspaper people came to get all the newspapers. And the candies. To give to all their friends. That is good.

We got up way early today. Niamh had to go to her dance a lot school very early.

To practice a very special dance. The dance lady asked Niamh to be the special dancer.

Craig and I put the dishes away. From the make the dishes squeaky clean machine.

Then Zita and Craig and I had our toasts. With the new jam.

We watched all the cars get all confused at my corner. They honked their loud horns. At each other. And would not be polite. At all. No secret presents for them. It is known. Ha.

My friend Emmet got all out of his cosy bed before our toasts time. To do his remember everything studying. Oh dear.

Niamh was sad last night. Her toe dance shoes all broke. And some nasty people did not like one of her beautiful stories. That is not nice. Oh dear. Emmet went into her messy bedroom and talked to her for a long time. That is good.

Emmet will not chop the nasty people all up into way little pieces with one of the giant way old swords.

That is what big brothers do for their sisters. If someone makes them sad. It is known. Just to nasty people. Niamh asked him not to. Oh well.

I was going to be Emmet's way fierce helper. Oh well. Too bad for us. 

We had bagels for lunch. Niamh cooked hers too long. We had smoky bagels in the kitchen. Oh well. 

I do not like the push the snow all away machines. They are way to scary. They are too big. They might hit my beautiful house. Or squish our green bean garden. Oh dear. 

I bark at them. They do not stop. At all. That is not right. 

Craig says I am a big galoot. I do not know what a galoot is. It is a Scotsman word Craig says. I am not a Scotsman dog. He is just silly. And way old. Ha. 

Day Eight Hundred and Eighty Seven

We had to move all the snow all away. I helped. I got in the gold big car and guarded the whole street. Zita had the big blue push the snow away shovel. 

It takes a long long time to move all the way too much snow. The little too noisy sidewalk machines put it all back. Zita does not like them. Me either.

Craig went to lunch with his all not retired friends. From where he used to work. He used to work for the nice Queen. Now he does not. He said the nice Queen does not mind. That is good. 

He was not here when the big truck came. Full of all our own newspapers. I did not bark at all. I know the nice men who make our newspapers. That is good.

This time all the nice people who give away our newspaper get candies. Because it is going to be Saint Santa's day very soon. Everybody gets presents then. Except if they are nasty. Or squirrels. Ha.

Saint Santa throws big pieces of coal at squirrels. Because they eat our beautiful flowers. Saint Santa likes beautiful flowers. It is known. 

Emmet slept in his comfy bed. Nearly all day. Last night his remember everything exam was way long. So he had a big sleep in. That is good. Then he had cinimmon buns for his breakfast. And tea. Ha. 

Emmet is going out to dinner with his friends from his nice university. I do not know where. 

He has more remember everything exams. Oh dear. He has a way big story to write for his dangerous people remember everything exam. 

Tonight is Niamh's stay until late at the dance a lot place night. I will wait for her to come home. 

Day Eight Hundred and Eighty Six

It is a lots of snow day. I go out to look all around and when I come in I am a soggy dog. Oh well.

Zita has to push all the snow away from our cars. So we are not all stuck. I cannot help. 

We had our toasts this morning. With jam. Good for us.

The awful squirrels ate a hole in our little garbage house. In the roof. We are going to fix it. I do not want squirrels in our little garbage house. It is right beside my gate. I hate squirrels. 

No secret presents came yesterday. Oh well. Squirrels do not get any secret presents. It is known. 

Zita and Craig got our giant Merry Christmas tree last night. That is good. We cannot bring it in the house until after Emmet and Niamh's sing happy birthday day. That is the rule. 

When Zita and Craig were gone out I guarded the house. Emmet studied for his remember everything exam. 

He comes up from the scary basement to make Irish tea and talk to me all about his remember everything exams. I am a way good listener. It is my job. Ha 

I am very happy when everybody comes home. My house is all right when everybody is all home. And I know where they all are. It is known.

My water dish got all dirty. I tried to clean it. It spilled all over the kitchen. Oh well. Zita cleaned it all up and made everything all dry again. I did not get in trouble. I got nice fresh water. Ha. That is good. 

Zita is going to drive Emmet to his nice university early. So he can get his tea and be all comfortable for his remember everything exam. 

I do not like the noisy push the snow off my side walk machines. At all. They are too noisy. Too many all flashing lights. I bark at them. They do not care. I do not think they like me. Too bad for them. Ha.

Day Eight Hundred and Eighty Five

A not so way busy day today.

Zita stayed at our house to call all the all over the place people for her work. She did not go way downtown to the very little office today. I helped.

It is not so cold today. That is good.

Craig and I played roll the ball twice. It is not a very good game. Oh well.

We had toast and brand new jam for breakfast this morning. Good for us

Emmet is all the time studying for the remember everything exam tomorrow. Oh dear. 

He has to drink a lot of Irish tea. So all the stories stay in his head. It is known.

Zita finished her not so long story for her nice university. She said it was long enough. 

Zita does not have to go to her new university tonight. Zita's stay until way late night at Mister Saint Paul's university is all over until way after Merry Christmas time. That is good. 

Niamh is way busy. She had rocks in her tummy this morning she said. She should not eat rocks. I get in trouble when I chew on rocks. It is known.

She has to teach all the little dancers at dance a lot tonight. Oh dear.

Last night she brought home all her way beautiful costumes. For her special dance a lot night. She tried them all on for me. They are beautiful. It is known.

Craig and Zita are going to get the Merry Christmas tree tonight. Again.

I will guard Emmet. He is busy with his studying for the remember everything exam. Oh dear.

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Day Eight Hundred and Eighty Four

It is a way cold day.

Zita and I had to bring Niamh her special plastic get on the smelly bus money. With her picture on it. In the gold big car. Ha.

She forgot it. In her messy everything on the floor bedroom. Ha.

When we got there Niamh was nealy a Niamhcicle. Oh dear. She stayed in the nice warm gold car. Until the smelly bus got there.

Zita and I came home and had toasts and jam with Craig. Craig and Zita had their too much coffees too. I do not have coffees. 

Zita and Emmet were still writing their big just for university stories all morning. I was very quiet.

Craig and I wrapped lots of secret presents this morning. For the postman to take far away. We wrapped the secret presents for my cheese party friends. That is good.

They always send me presents. Because they do not have their own nice dog.

When Niamh got home last night she brought Zita and Craig and Emmet special new city treats to eat. They did not have any special treats for very nice dogs like me. Oh well.

Niamh had a way fun time in the giant new city. People took her picture. On the street

She said there were lots of very silly people in the giant new city. I should go with her next time. To keep the silly people far away from my friend Niamh. Ha.

She bought lots of clothes for nearly no money at all. That is good. With American money. Their money has only one colour. All of it. That is silly.

Our money has a beautiful Queen on it. Ha. Because we have a Queen. She has lots of dogs. Little dogs. Ha. Good for us.

Craig and Zita went to the not for very much money breakfast store. To get the Merry Christmas tree. They have to go back tomorrow. 

They did not have any nice way tall trees today. We always have as tall as can be Merry Christmas trees. Because we have lots of beautiful things to put on it. It is known. 

Tonight is Emmet's last very dangerous people class. Before the remember everything exam. It is Emmet's most favourite class. Ha.

The present man came. We got more secret presents. For Saint Santa's Merry Christmas Day. 

Day Eight Hundred and Eighty Three

Craig forgot to give me my dinner last night. Before they went out to the tasty pizza restraurent. Oh dear. 

I had to guard the whole house. All by myself. For a long time. With no dinner. It is hard to be a good house guard with a noisy tummy. It is known.

The big box with my nice food is right beside my cosy comfy kitchen bed. Oh dear. I could see it all nice and tasty. Too bad for me.

I did not starve into just nothing. That is good. 

When Zita and Emmet and Craig got home they still forgot. Then Zita asked Craig if I had my dinner. Oh dear they all said. I got my nice dinner. It was way late at night. Oh dear.

Craig said I should not leave a tip at this restraurent because the service is too slow. People are very silly. It is known.

Tonight my friend Niamh will get home from the new city. On the big bus. With all her dance a lot friends. That is good. It is way too quiet when Niamh is not here. 

Just people writing and writing. With no too much noise. You cannot not write way good stories with too much noise. Emmet told me. And Zita too. 

I am a very quiet dog. That is why I am a big help. Except when I bark too much. And get in trouble. Oh well.

I had to dig the big duvet off Craig this morning. He had a too long sleep in. He had to get up. We had to play roll the ball. Before coffees and toasts. Ha.

We had own made pancakes for lunch today.  And bacon. I got a little piece of bacon. It fell onto the floor. Saint Newton did it for me. It is known. 

I cannot play catch the ball until my sore leg is all nice and better. Rolling the ball is not a very good game. Craig does not like it a lot either. Too bad for us. Oh well.  

Day Eight Hundred and Eighty Two

It is another way too quiet day. 

There is no too loud music in the bathroom. No all the time telephone ringing. No dance a lot ladies all eating cookies in my kitchen. My friend Niamh is still away in the big new city. Too bad for us.

Craig did not go to his old friends breakfast. Because of the too slippery rain. All over our streets. 

He would go out and just slide slide slide into the empty pond. And be stuck. Too bad for him. They do not have do not get stuck in the snow tires for the go fast chair. Oh well.

He just stayed in bed until late. I had to get up on the bed to wake him all up. Ha.

We did not have toasts for breakfast. It was too late. Too bad for me. 

Craig and I had a dessert croissant last night. Before bed time. I got croissant ends. They are all crunchy. I like the crunchy bits of things. It is known.

Everybody is writing lots and lots. Emmet is still making his dangerous people story all finished. Zita is writing a big big story for her Mister Saint Paul's university. I am helping. On my cosy duvet. 

Craig still has not found the nasty person in long long ago England. In the church. It is because he only has a cat to help him. Cats cannot help catch nasty people. They sleep too much. Ha. Too bad for him.

Craig and Zita and Emmet are going to the nice pizza restraurent tonight. For the special too much cheese pizza dinner. They will take Craig's mother too. 

I will stay here and guard the house. With peanut butter treats. Good for me. 

Day Eight Hundred and Eighty One

We had a very quiet day. No dancing music last night. Niamh is gone away to the big new city. She did not sleep in her comfy bed last night. 

She is in a nice hotel. With all her dance a lot friends. She is going to see famous toe dancing people tonight. On a giant stage. With lots of lights. Niamh says there are lots and lots of lights in the new city. I do not know why. 

She sent us pictures of very silly pictures of soft clocks. In a way famous museum. No nice pictures of brave dogs. Oh well.

Mister Kyle came to put a wheel on my gate. So it is easy for Craig. When we have way too much snow.

Zita went secret present shopping with Doctor Susan last night. After they went to a too many chips restraurent. I had to wait up for her. At my watching window.

Craig had a bath last night. I do not like it when he has baths. He does not smell like Craig. He just smells like clean. That is not a nice I know who you are smell. It is known. 

Today was Emmet's last all about why people are people class. Now there are all the remember everything exams. All before the Saint Santa's Christmas times. Oh dear. 

We do not have our giant Christmas tree yet. 

We cannot put the giant tree in the house until after Niamh's and Emmet's sing happy birthday day. Or have Merry Christmas music on the music machines. It is the rule. I do not know why it is a rule. Nobody told me. Oh well.

We got more secret presents today. Because it is getting near to Merry Christmas time.  

My family loves Merry Christmas time. It is known.  Me too. Ha 

Day Eight Hundred and Eighty

We had to get all awake in the middle of the night. To take Niamh to the go to the far away city bus. With all her dance a lot friends. I did not go.

When Zita came home we went back to our cosy beds. It was still black night out. We had a sleep in. I did not have my breakfast until late. Like Sundays. Ha.

Last night there was a man on my street. I think he was a nasty man. So I was very fierce. Zita said I was a very smart dog. That is true.

Zita saw the man and thought he was not all right too. Ha. Too bad for him. He went away. I got treats.

I was a big help today. I went in the the car to do errands. I stayed in the car. To guard it. Ha.

Emmet is writing and writing. He is writing his dangerous people story. For his late at night university class. At his nice university. 

Our great Uncle Joe is in the story.

Emmet said it is a very interesting story. He will read it to me when he is all finished. 

I did not know we had dangerous people in our family. Emmet said it was a long time ago. And in way far away Ireland. When there were lots of dangerous people all over. Oh well.

We had more snow. Not way too much snow. Just we have to shovel the snow today snow. 

Professor Jill made a big bag of secret presents for us. We will give them to our friends. Zita gave her real money.

Professor Jill gives the money to help poor dogs who do not have nice homes. Or nice treats.That is good. Saint Newton will help them too. That is good.

Day Eight Hundred and Seventy Nine

We had snow last night. The fall straight down from heaven kind of snow. Not the nasty blow all around in your eyes snow.

The silly bunny rabbit came back. I saw it. In the snow. It should live in the forest. With all the other bunnies. Not my front yard. 

We did not have toasts today. Craig only had his too much coffee. Oh well.

Zita had to move the snow this morning. I could not help. Because I might slip on the slippery snow. You have to be careful when you are not all right. Craig says he is always careful. That is good.

I went out in my side yard for a long time. In the snow. Craig and I played roll the ball. That is nice. 

I was a bit soggy when I came in. I have nice towels to make me all nice and dry. You cannot go in the living room if you are soggy. Only the kitchen. 

Tomorrow Niamh and her friends from the dance a lot school are going on the very big bus. To New York. Way way early in the morning. When it is still dark. Oh dear. I will have to get up too. She will give me big hugs before she goes. Because we are in the very same family. Emmet will not get up. Ha. 

Zita will drive her to the where the big bus lives. I will not go. 

Emmet is playing his very new game on his new very fast computer. He told me there are lots of fierce dragons in this game. I would not like dragons. They are very dangerous. Not like nice elephants. It is known. 

Tonight is an everybody have dinner all together. That is good. Then I know where everybody is. That is good. 

Craig and I had a croissant for lunch. I had the end bits. I like croissants. A lot. I got carrot treats today. For not jumping up on the watching window. Most of the time. 

Day Eight Hundred and Seventy Eight

Last night when Zita got home. Late late from downtown. We had no tasty bread for dinner. To dip in the soup. Zita and I had to go in the car. To get the tasty bread so Craig and Zita and Niamh would not starve. I guarded the car. 

Sometimes nasty people steal cars. I was a very fierce guard. I was a big help. Zita told me. That is good.

I go for little car rides everyday. Instead of our nice walks. Oh well.

I did not have my breakfast until late. I got forgotten. Oh dear. That is not nice. It was not so late. I did not starve. 

Emmet's brand new computer is ready. It is for his birthday. It is not a secret present. Craig's mother got it for him. Because it is a special birthday. Ha.

We got a surprise secret present late last night. That is good. I do not know what it is. Because it is secret. It is known.

Tonight is Zita's stay at her university until late night. Craig and Niamh and Emmet will have to have dinner all by themselves. I will guard them. 

Niamh has dance a lot tonight. It is a toe dance night. She is the most beautiful fairy in the whole world. She is all made of sugar. For her special all by herself toe dance. 

I saw my friend Jamie and Professor Jill from my watching window. I could not go for a walk with them. Oh dear. I was a bit sad. 

Craig got me a lettuce treat. I was still sad. I had a nap. Oh dear. 

After university time Zita and Emmet got his new very very fast computer. Even before his birthday. Ha. His old computer is too slow. Like Craig. Too bad for them. 

I will guard everybody tonight. When Zita is at Mister Saint Paul's university. Until late. 

Day Eight Hundred and Seventy Seven

We had a busy day. Mondays are busy days.

Craig had to take Niamh to the fix sore bodies lady's store. To fix her all up.

Sometimes she fixes Craig's sore shoulders. He says she is very fierce. She is one of Zita's go to a nice hotel and buy presents friends. 

She put special tape on Niamh. Now Niamh is just like a secret present. Ha.

Zita had to go to the way small office way downtown. For important meetings. All day.

I stayed here to guard the house. And fast asleep Emmet. Ha.

We did not have any crunchy toasts today. Everybody was not here. Only me. And fast asleep Emmet.   Oh well.

We did not get any new secret presents today. I watched all day out my big watching window. The big brown truck was on my corner. It did not visit us. Oh well.

We had peanut butter and honey sandwiches for our lunch. When Craig got home. I like peanut butter.

I got lettuce treats for not jumping up on the window.

Tonight is Emmet's way dangerous people class. And Niamh's be a helper teacher night at her dance a lot place. It is a busy day.

Emmet makes his very own dinner on Monday. All by himself. I do not help him. I only eat. I do not cook. It is known. 

Day Eight Hundred and Seventy Six

I went for a nice car ride last night. Instead of my nice walk. I love car rides. 

Now I have steps to get up on to our cosy bed. That is nice. We had a nice sleep in today. Because it is Sunday. 

Niamh hurt her foot last night at dance a lot. Too many hurts Zita said. That is true. It is good she is going to Zita's fix your sore body friend tomorrow. 

Craig and I had toasts this morning. No jam today. Oh well. 

Uncle Bill came over to see my not all right knee. That is nice. 

He had Irish tea and cookies in the dinning room. With all of us. Except for Niamh. She has lots of stories to write for her school. Uncle Bill told stories. Funny stories. Uncle Bill always tells funny stories. Everybody laughs. That is good.

We had pancakes for our almost lunch. I had a nice nap. Naps are good for you when you are not all right. It is known.

Niamh and all her friends from the dance a lot school are going to New York City. To sleep. At a nice hotel. With big comfy pillows. And to see lots of dances. On giant stages. And learn brand new dances. With famous people to show them how. 

I cannot go. They are going on a nice big bus. With a bathroom. Dogs cannot go on those busses. Oh well. 

Craig is going to watch the big football game today. To see who is the best. Oh well. Maybe I will watch. On my new comfy red bed. Ha. 

Day Eight Hundred and Seventy Five

Oh dear me. I almost tore my knee off. I cannot go for my nice walks with Zita. Until way after Merry Christmas time. Oh dear. Oh dear. 

She will not go for walks by herself. Because I will not be there to guard her. 

I went to my nice Doctor last night. Because of my sore leg. He looked at my sore leg for a long time. He said I have hurt my knee. He said oh dear too.

He told me that I cannot jump up on things. Like Niamh's tall bed. Or the blue sofa. Or jump up on my watching window. Or my knee will not get better. Oh dear. Oh dear. 

Zita was a bit upset. I could tell. Me too. Too bad for us. 

He gave Zita medicine for my knee. 

Craig told me my knee is just like his shoulder. The one that does not work so very well anymore. Oh dear.

Craig told me I will be fine. Soon. My knee will get all better. I will be better than him. Because I am not so old. Craig is way old. Like Uncle Bill. 

Craig says I will have to have a nice quiet time for a while. While I get all better. He had to stay in the house for a long time when he was not all right. I could not help him. It was before I came to live with my nice family. Too bad for him.

He said all my family will all help me to have a nice quiet time. That is what families do. Help you when you are not all right. It is known. 

Craig said I might get special presents from Saint Santa because I am not so all right. Emmet got a brand new little for music computer when he was not all right. 

I will not get a little computer. They are not for dogs. Maybe I will get lots of special French cheese treats from nice Mister Nicastro's smelly cheese store. Or frozen peas. That would be nice. 

After Zita drove Niamh to dance a lot she is going to the fix it store to make me a big step. So I will not have to jump up onto our comfy bed. Because of my sore knee. Oh well.

I got a new comfy bed for the den. Because I cannot jump onto the blue sofa anymore. It is red. That is nice.

Day Eight Hundred and Seventy Four

I went for a little walk this morning. After Zita drove Niamh to dance a lot school. 

Niamh hurt her shoulder last night a practice a lot. She had to have the hot pillow. To go all fast asleep. Oh dear.  

She is going to see Zita's make your body all better friend. She makes you play with giant rubber bands. She is very fierce. It is known. 

After our little walk we had toasts. With jam. 

Today is Emmet's stay at university for a long time day. Zita drove him to his nice university early. So he could get his Mister Horton's donuts. 

Zita went to a nice restraurent for her lunch with a lady friend. I guarded Craig. We played roll the ball. Just a bit. That is good. 

Craig and I had a big peanut butter and jam sandwich for lunch. I always get the extra end pieces. Ha. 

We had a little bit of blow all around snow. It all went away. That is good. 

It is too soon for snow. Snow is only good after Niamh and Emmet's sing happy birthday day. It is known.

Emmet came home all by himself. He did not go to his everybody talk about why people are people. He said the talks make him way tired. 

Emmet says they all think they know all the stories all by themselves. And only their stories are right. Because they just started at the nice university. Oh well. 

A very big secret present box came today. Then Craig wrapped secret present books to send to far away. For Saint Santa's day. Ha. I get presents on Saint Santa's day too. Good for me. 

Day Eight Hundred and Seventy Three

We had a nice quiet day. That is good.

Zita drove Niamh to her dance a lot school. So she could have a sleep in. I was very quiet.

We had two toasts today. 

I helped Zita with all her way important telephone talks to far away people. I am a big help.

Today Craig was reading on his other little flat computer. In the den. Now he is another lady detective. She lives in her very own church. A long time ago. In way far away England. She has a cat. Oh well. 

Cats cannot help detectives find nasty people. They do not care who is nasty. Too bad for them.

My friend Mister Paul is going to visit his cousin. In France. His cousin has a real castle. It is way old. In the nice and warm part of far away France. Maybe it has ghosts. Old castles have ghosts. Ha. I am from France. I am not afraid of ghosts. Too bad for them.

In France you can have all the croissants you want for your breakfasts. It is the law. Nobody says all gone Poppy in France. I love croissants and jam for breakfast. It is known.

Zita and I went for a little walk this afternoon. So I could smell all the winds blowing by my house. 

The present man came again today. I did not bark at him today. Good for me. 

It will be Emmet and Niamh's sing happy birthday day soon. We always have a nice party that day. With lots of tasty cheese. 

Day Eight Hundred and Seventy Two

I had a short walk today. Not so far. My leg is still store. Oh dear.

I am going to see my nice doctor. In a couple of days.

I cannot play catch the ball with a sore leg. Craig said so. Oh dear. 

We had bagel toasts today. With jam. Just regular jam. Not the nice French jam. Oh well.

Today is an everybody stays at home night. That is good. I like to know where everybody is. Then I am happy. It is known.

I watched the hockey game last night. In the den. On the comfy blue sofa. For a little while. Hockey is not so very interesting. Craig's team won. Ha.

Niamh could not come home for dinner last night. Too much dance a lot work. Oh dear. 

When Niamh and Zita got home we did not have any nice ice cream. To make tasty milkshakes. Just tooth paste ice cream. Oh dear.

They went out way late to get the good ice cream. To make a milkshake for Niamh. So she would feel better. I do not know why we had tooth paste ice cream. My tooth paste tastes like chicken. Ha. 

I did not go with them. I stayed here to guard Craig and Emmet. Oh well.

Zita has to stay late at the way small office.To fix things. I do not know what broke.

She said we will eat like French people. Late at night. I am French. I do not like to eat at late. I like to eat at dinner time.That is why it is dinner time. It is known. Ha.

Day Eight Hundred and Seventy One

We did not go for a nice walk again. My leg is all better. Nearly. Zita said that I have to wait a bit more time. Until she thinks I am all better. Oh well.

Craig and I go in the side yard. Just so I can smell all what is going on in my neighbourhood. We do not play catch the ball. Oh well.

Mister Kyle the fix things man and his friend came to make the beautiful patio all safe for Craig's go fast chair. So it won't fall off and get stuck in the stones. Before the too much snow comes. I did not bark at all. Good for me.

Craig and Zita and I cleaned our roof. Where the nasty squirrels put all the leaves on our house. Zita used the shiny ladder. And a big brush. 

Tonight is Zita's Mister Saint Paul's University stay until late night. She had to write a not a story for tonight. Just a big list of interesting stories. Not by her. She was very busy.

Niamh and Emmet are writing way interesting stories too. They told me so. Niamh has to write all about old movies. Niamh loves old movies. Even the ones with no colours at all. 

Craig writes all my stories for me. That is good.

Emmet has to write another story all about dangerous people. In long time ago way far away Ireland. He is telling a story all about his great Uncle Joe. And Joe's friend big Michael. They are in Emmet's books. He told me. With way old pictures. 

Craig's hockey tram lost last night. They are going to try again tonight. Oh well.

We got way big presents last night. All tied up with string. From way far away Ireland. The nice present man brought them. He has never been to way far away Ireland. Me either. Oh well. 

Niamh and Emmet like the all tied up with string presents. Especially the string.

We moved the cars a lot today. I helped. Every time. That is good. I am the best move the car helper in the whole world. Zita told me. Ha. 

Day Eight Hundred and Seventy

We nearly had almost a hot day. When I got up all the way too soon snow is all gone. Good for us.

Niamh won a big prize at her dance a lot special learn lots of new dance things weekend. For being the best dancer ever. That is good.

She was way tired this morning. I did not jump on her bed to get her up. My leg is still a bit sore.

We did not go for our nice walk this morning. You cannot go for nice walks when you have a sore leg. Or it will not get all better for ever. It is known. 

If your leg does not get better you have to have a go fast chair. Like Craig. Oh dear I would not like that. The go fast chair is not so fast. 

Craig and I had tasty croissants instead of my walk. With the special from far away France jam. Ha.

Zita had to talk to a nice lady on the telephone early this morning. I was a big help on my cosy duvet. I did not bark once. I just snored a bit Zita told me. Oh well.

Emmet is still writing his story all about the names people have for other people. It is not so interesting to me. It is just about people. I like the stories about the old Gods more. Or the stories all about famous dead kings. With lots of horses. Or elephants. Those are good stories for dogs.

Emmet has to go to his dangerous people class tonight. And Niamh is a teaching helper tonight. It is a busy night. It is known.

There were lots of awful squirrels on my patio this afternoon. Emmet had to a chase them all away. Before I got into big trouble. Oh well.

I had to stay at my watching window. Or they would come back. I hate squirrels. It is known.  It is way windy today. We did not play catch the ball. Oh well. Maybe tomorrow. 

A policeman's car caught a silly person who did not want to stop at my corner. Sometimes those silly cars fall right into my pond. Too bad for them. The policeman's car has lots of flashy lights. Oh dear. I do not like flashy lights. 

I did not bark. It was a policeman's car. Uncle Bill was a policeman. Before he was a turkey chaser. And got his big truck. And went to far away places with good food. And comfy hotels. And lions. Ha. 

Day Eight Hundred and Sixty Nine

We all slept in today. Because it is Sunday. 

Except for Emmet. He always sleeps in. Because he goes to sleep way too late. Too bad for him. He does not get toasts in the morning. Like me. Ha. 

Craig had to watch his cars race. I kept him company on the big comfy bed. So he would not forget to get out of bed. 

We did not throw the ball too much today. I am a bit sore. Like Craig's shoulders. It is my back leg. Not my shoulder. Oh well. 

I went in the car to get our for lunch bagels. That is good. I guarded the bagels. Ha. So squirrels can not get in my car. And eat all our nice bagels. Ha.

Niamh is not here. She stayed all night at the dance a lot place. With all her dance a lot friends. To eat lots of Chinese food. And watch a movie. 

So she cannot have the tasty bagels with us. She will be sorry. Too bad for her.

I had lots of nice rests today. To make my sore leg all better. Emmet came up from the scary basement. He sat on my comfy bed with me. That is nice. 

Zita had to go shopping with Doctor Susan. Because it will be Saint Santa's day in not so long. Ha.

Craig is watched the long football game. Not his team. It is not playing now. Oh well. I had a nice nap on the blue couch. 

Day Eight Hundred and Sixty Eight

It is an all day Saturday. We did not have a nice sleep in today. Oh well. 

Niamh had to get up early. It is a special teaching dance day. At her dance a lot place. A way famous dancer is going to teach them all day. And tomorrow too. She was very excited. Ha. 

Niamh got home way late last night. When I was all asleep. Because she had to watch her friend Sara sing. She had to wake me up to tell me all about it. I know Sara too. Sometimes she has her dinner here. I went back to sleep. On my comfy bed. 

Saturday is the day goes to his old friends breakfast. Zita and I walked with him. So he would not get lost. He is very slow. The go fast chair is not so fast as me. And Zita. We are fast walkers. It is known. 

Zita had to go to a wear nice clothes tea party this afternoon. With lots of ladies. Who want to be rascals. 

They will have tea and lots of chocolates. That is what nice ladies have at tea parties. And way too small sandwiches. They do not have oatmeal cookies. So Craig cannot go. Ha. 

It is a rainy afternoon. All the snow will go all away. Craig will like that. He is scared of the snow. Ha.

He is watching the hockey game. In the afternoon. That is not right. Hockey is an at night time game. With cookies and too much coffee. Oh well. 

I had a nice nap. On the blue sofa. With the comfy pillows. 

Day Eight Hundred and Sixty Seven

Niamh and I had a nice walk this morning. Before our toasts. My nose got a bit stuck on the stop sign. And Niamh's hair froze all stick straight out. Because of the way too cold. Oh dear. 

It is a make the house all spic and span day. 

Niamh went to her way too expensive coffee store to do her write a lot homework. Craig said Ha. I did not say anything. That is good.

Craig and Zita cleaned everything. In the whole house. Except me. Even all the little little Roman soldiers. They live on the tall shelves in the dinning room. They do not have elephants. Too bad for them. Only the Punics have big fierce elephants. Ha.

We had guests for lunch. Nobody dropped any cheese. Oh well. Too bad for me.

Niamh is going out tonight to see her friend Sara sing on another giant stage. Sara is not a dance a lot friend. She sings a lot. Sara has lots of silly shoes. Ha.

Today was Emmet's spend all day at his nice university day. He said everybody in his class wanted to talk about themselves. In his why people are people class. They were not very interesting. Oh well. 

Emmet did not say anything. Next time he could tell stories all about me. And how I guard the house. That would be interesting. It is known. 

Everybody from way far away Ireland called to see if we had the way too much snow. Only the buffalos have the way too much snow. Buffalos are very very fury. I saw them on the television. They do not mind the too much snow. 

Craig does not like too much snow. The go fast chair does not go fast in the too much snow. It gets all stuck. Then he gets too cold feet. Oh dear. 

Zita and I only went for a short walk tonight. My feet were too cold too. Oh well.

Day Eight Hundred and Sixty Six

It is still too cold out. We had lots of toasts today. Because of the cold windy day. 

Last night there was a nasty animal outside my house. Under the silver little car. 

I told Emmet and Craig. They could not see it. They thought there was nothing there. They were wrong. They cannot see at night. I can. People are silly. 

It is my job to guard the house. I know how. They should listen to me. It is known. They are not good guarders. They do not have good ears like me. Or night time eyes like me. And their noses are way too small. Ha. 

Now Craig is a policeman in long ago far away England. With holes in his boots. Oh dear. He does not have a nice dog to help him. Oh well.

Niamh went in to school only in the afternoon. Because of a headache. I got her up. Before lunch time. With lots of kisses. Ha. Kisses can fix little headaches. It is known.

Zita had to go to the nice get all your nice food here store today. Or we would starve to death. That would be sad. 

No dance a lot tonight. All the dance a lot ladies are in a special concert at the other school. Where Emmet used to go. Just up the street. Niamh might go to see all her friends on the giant stage. That is what friends do. I cannot go. I would bark too much. When I saw my friends. Oh well.

I think the nasty animal will come back. I will have to be a good watcher tonight. 

Day Eight Hundred and Sixty Five

Another cold day. We went for our nice walk. After Niamh went on the nasty bus to her dance a lot school. I did not fall off the sidewalk today. That is good. 

Nobody saw me fall off the sidewalk. That is good. Sometimes Niamh falls off too. Or walks into big poles in the street. Oh well. Too bad for us. 

Niamh's friend is going to the contest for the whole world. For the jump up and down Irish dance a lot. Niamh is going to watch. And yell a lot. That is nice.

Zita stayed home today. To work all by herself. To talk to the far away people. I watched. I did not bark. Except when the noisy sidewalk machines drive on my own street. They are way too loud.

Emmet is still writing and writing. But he cannot play his brand new game on his too old computer. Too bad for him. 

I do not have a computer. Not even one of the little flat ones. Dogs do not need computers to be happy. Just nice people to take care of. And comfy pillows. And green bean treats. And tasty toasts in the morning. Ha. 

We had three toasts this morning. That is good. 

Niamh's dance a lot place is having a big meeting. Lots of dance a lot people are going to the new place. Just not from here. From all over. Niamh is very excited. That is good. 

Tonight is an everyone eat all together night. No universities. Or dance a lot. Just all of us for a nice dinner. We are having Irish chicken. That is good. Everybody likes Irish chicken. It is known. 

I cannot eat all the ice outside. It makes me have a sick tummy. Again. Oh well. 

Niamh and Zita are going shopping for secret presents tonight. At the new not so far away stores. With the too big shiny sign. 

Day Eight Hundred and Sixty Four

It is a cold day. We went for our walk early. On our nice walk I was playing slide in the snow. But I fell all off the sidewalk. I was all upside down. On my back. My feet were not on the ground at all. Oh dear. I was very embarrassed. We were all by ourselves. Zita did not laugh. That is good. 

It is a very windy day. The blowy snow gets in my eyes. That is not nice. We played catch the ball today. We did not play the game yesterday. Craig is afraid of the snow. It is known. Oh well.

Emmet's big computer has to retire. It does not know how to play Emmet's brand new games. Oh dear.  Maybe the nice men at the fix the computers store can make him a brand new one. 

Uncle Bill came over for his coffee. And to tell funny stories. He said all the fat turkeys are safe for another year. Ha. Uncle Bill bought the brand new magazine with all the big pictures of Niamh in it. For his house. 

He is going on a little trip. In the train. With the big comfy chairs. Where nice people bring you food on real plates. Auntie Louise has to go to a meeting with all her friends in Toronto. To stay in a nice comfy hotel. With lots of pillows. And pancakes and toasts for breakfast. Ha. 

Tonight is Zita's go to Mister Saint Paul's university until late night. She was busy all day fast wtiting a story for her new university. I was a big help. I only barked a bit. At the too loud snow trucks. Oh well.

Craig and Emmet and Niamh will have a nice dinner altogether. Tastey sandwiches. It is their favourite. 

Niamh has toe dance practice tonight. For the way special dance a lot night. She is the fairy. In a beautiful costume. 

Zita drove Niamh to dance a lot school this morning. Because of the the windy cold. 

I had a sick tummy on my walk this afternoon. Because I ate way too much snow. Oh dear. Oh dear. 

Day Eight Hundred and Sixty Three

When I went outside this morning there was snow all over everything. Even the cars. And my bouncy balls.

We went for a nice walk anyway. You have to be careful on all snowy days walks. All the cars forget to stop where they should. Oh dear. We only go on the very little streets. That the cars can not find. Ha.

All the ladies did not go to way downtown today. Too snowy. They stayed in their own cosy house. And talked to everybody else on the telephones. I stayed on my comfy duvet. To be a big help. Zita was very busy on the telephone. Talking to far away people.

Paul came over for his coffee. Before he went to his airplane. To fly away to far away England. He took all the secret presents for Ireland with him. The post office can not loose them now. Ha.

Tonight is a busy night. Emmet has to go to his way dangerous people class. Zita will drive him. Niamh has teach dance a lot tonight. Zita has an important meeting all about our nice little newspaper. We are very busy. Except for Craig.

I will guard him. He will read his books. And eat some of the little short Scotsman cakes. And drink his too much coffee. 

Now he is a nurse in the war nobody wanted. The long time ago war. 

He finished the Scotsman book. A nasty man poisoned his nice dogs. So he chopped his head right off. Ha. With his giant sword. He was not even sad. Ha. Now his very big horse has no one to chase him. Oh dear. 

Craig always reads me the parts about dogs. He does not read me the sad parts. That is good. 

There is another all about the same Scotsman book. Maybe Saint Santa will bring it to Craig for a secret present. At Christmas time. Zita told me. She talks to Saint Santa. It is known. 

I am going to have my nice before dinner walk with my friend Jamie and professor Jill. 

Professors are doctors who can not give you shots. My friend Emmet wants to be a professor. To tell stories all about the way way long ago Gods. And Ireland. And not give anybody shots. It is known.

Day Eight Hundred and Sixty Two

We all had a nice sleep in. Because it is a Sunday. We always have nice sleep ins on our Sunday.

Last night I went in Zita's car to get Niamh from her dance a lot friend's house. To guard everybody. In the very dark night. I barked too much. Again. Oh well.

This morning Niamh and I went for a long walk. I saw my friend Abby. Abby is a big dog too. Not so big as me.

Zita had to go secret present shopping before our breakfast. For all our family in way far away Ireland.

We had tiny croissants for our breakfast. And jam and cheese.  I did not have any. Oh well.

Mister Paul brought us short little cakes from Scotland. To have with coffee. That is nice.

In a beautiful box. With a castle on it.  He brought back all the take everything apart tools.

Niamh made way tasty cookies. In the stove. All by herself. They are not for Poppy cookies. Oh well.

The television said there is going to be an all snowy day tomorrow. Oh dear. Zita can not drive her go fast bicycle in the snow. It is known.

Too dangerous. There are no do not get stuck in the snow tires for go fast bicycles. Oh dear.

Emmet went to the brand new bank. Just up on our way busy street. They give you chocolates when you go there.  Ha.

Day Eight Hundred and Sixty One

I had an upset tummy this morning. I did not have my late at night dessert yesterday. Oh well. 

We went for a long walk. On the old Colonel's windey road. Where up the nice lady who leaves me cookie treats lives. 

I got a treat. 

We walked with Jamie. Jamie does not know about the nice lady who leaves me treats. Oh well. 

Craig went to the old friends breakfast. Mister Paul went too. When he came home he brought the silver little car back from the tire store. With the do not get stuck in the snow tires on. 

Mister Paul is going on an airplane. Back to way far away England. He might stay there. To help take care of the little baby. His daughter has the little baby. 

The little baby should have a nice big dog to take care of it too. Dogs are very good at taking care of babies. It is known. 

I was not here when Emmet and Niamh were little babies. They were here when I was a way little dog. They took very good care of me. That is good. They are my friends. Now I take care of them. It is known. 

Mister Paul is going to take some secret presents back with him. For our friends in way far away. So the post office does not lose them. Ha. 

Zita is still taking all our nice newspapers to all the people. And looking for secret presents. I know where some of the secret presents are hiding. I saw Craig put them away. I will not tell anybody. They are secrets. 

Emmet is writing another story for his university. A not so very long one. This time. 

We did not play the catch the ball game very much today. My side yard still has lots of our newspapers and Craig's other tires. There is not so much room for me. 

This afternoon the green ball went right over the fence. Craig had to go find it. The silver little car caught it. The cars always catch them for me. Before the balls go the street and the squirrels steal them. I guard the cars too. Ha.

Day Eight Hundred and Sixty

We had a bit of a busy day.  

It was cold this morning. We did not go for a long walk. We came home and had two toasts. With jam. Ha.

Today is the day all the people come and get the big piles of newspapers. From my side yard. To take to their friends. Who give them to everybody. For free. Ha.

I try to remember not to bark. Sometimes I know them. Then I don't bark so much. Oh well.

Zita has to bring all our papers to all the stores on our very busy street. In the gold big car. She gave Emmet a ride to his university. 

It is the busy day. When all the people come for the newspapers. I cannot stay in my side yard so much. Some people are scared of dogs. That is too bad. I am not scared of them. Oh well.

Craig went and got Emmet at his university. It was snowing. Not so much. Craig does not like the snow. My friend Jamie loves the snow. He is from the North Pole. They have lots of snow up there. For Saint Santa's sleigh. It is known.

Craig is going to leave his silver little car at the tire store tonight. To put the do not get stuck in the snow tires on. That is good. 

Cars do not like to drive all around without their do not get stuck tires. It is known. Or they crash into everything. I see them on my watching corner. Then they fall into the empty pond. Too bad for them. 

Niamh's very special toe dance clothes from far way came today. The present man brought it. She will be very happy. Every day she thinks it will be here. And it is. That is good. It is pink. And very soft. Just for the toe dancers. It is known.

Niamh and Zita are going to a special night at the dance a lot place tonight. After dinner. I was not invited. Oh well. 

I will guard Craig and Emmet. And have a nice nap. On my comfy bed. In the kitchen. I will wait for everybody to come home. 

Craig's hockey team did not lose last night. Ha. 

Day Eight Hundred and Fifty Nine

I had a very busy day.  I had to get up early. So I could get Niamh all wake. So she could go to her nice doctor. And not be all late. To get a shot. Niamh hates shots. Me too. Oh dear.

Zita drove her to her dance a lot school. Because of the shot.

My friend Emmet was up so early today. Even before me. He has a brand new game for his computer. Not for the little take to school computer. For the big tall computer that lives under his big desk. 

He told me he is a very scary Troll.  But it is only Emmet. My dancing friend. He is just a pretend Troll. That is good. Trolls live under bridges where it is all wet. Oh dear. Emmet would not live under an all wet bridge.

He has to play it with all his friends from all far away. Maybe they are pretend Trolls too. I do not play those games. 

I have my own games. Catch the ball. And the take away my blue bone game. I like those games. I always win. Ha. Because they are my games. 

Today is our nice little newspaper day. When the big truck brings all the newspapers to my house. And the nice men make them into a big wall in my side yard. I did not bark at them very much today. That is good. 

Craig drove Emmet to his all about old Africa class. At his nice university. Emmet had to wear his pants without the all the nice holes. Because it is a cold day. 

I have to stay home tonight. To guard Craig and Emmet. It is a toe dance until way late night for Niamh. 

Zita is going to the giant theatre to hear lots of real people play loud music. Not from a music machine. Real people. All dressed up. With the nice lady who lives near my corner. Who always brings us the magazines about all the beautiful princesses. 

Craig's hockey team is on the television tonight. I will not watch it. They will not win again. Oh dear. 

Day Eight Hundred and Fifty Eight

We had a nice quiet day. It is just a bit windy today. A bit of a soggy dog day. Oh well.

Zita drove Niamh to her dance a lot school this morning. Because of the soggy day. 

Craig and I had toasts and looked out my watching window,

We put all the leaves in big bags. And they all came back. All over our beautiful patio. That is not nice.

Now we have more lots and lots of leaves. All on the ground. Oh well. 

The garbage men come to my house all the time. They take away all the big bags of leaves. That is good. 

Zita had to use the telephone to talk to lots of people today. Far away people. I was a way big help. I did not bark at all. That is important. Zita told me.  

Emmet is writing even more stories for his nice university. He does not have to go to his nice university today. It is a no university day.  

His back is still sore from the big nasty holes they made in him. When it gets all cold outside it gets sore. Oh dear. That is not nice. He will have to drink more nice hot Irish tea.

Zita had to go to very little office way downtown. This afternoon. In the gold big car. For another meeting. She will not be home until dinner time.

Niamh will take me for our nice walk. This afternoon. After her school time. Before it is all too dark outside. And scary.  That is good. 

Day Eight Hundred and Fifty Seven

It is a way beautiful day. We went for a nice long walk. That is nice.

Zita drove Niamh to her dance a lot school this morning. 

Niamh was very tired. Watching sad movies makes you tired. I sat on her high bed. When she watched the sad list movie. So she would have cosy company. Dogs are way good company for sad movies. It is known. Because we are all cosy warm. It is known. 

We had toasts. No jam today. Oh dear. I do not know why. 

Paul came over for his early in the morning coffee. He had to get more take apart things tools. I do not know why. 

Today is the sad remember all the soldiers who died day. 

We watched them on the television. In the den. There was a princess there. All for us. And lots of Scotsman soldiers. With the noisy bagpipes. And very loud canons. And soldiers with giant fur hats. 

They were our friend colonel George's famous guarding soldiers. He had a giant fur hat too. He went to heaven. A long time ago. Emmet has his beautiful sword. On the wall. In his comfy bedroom. 

Very noisy airplanes flew right over my house. Way fast. And loud. Not as loud as Craig's father's very very loud way old airplane. But faster. 

Airplanes are very loud. I do not go on airplanes. Niamh and Zita always go on airplanes. To go to way far away Ireland. It is known. 

Tonight is Zita's Mister Saint Paul's night. She was writing stories all day. I helped. 

Niamh has a teach a lot night tonight. I will have to wait at my watching window until they all come home. To their comfy beds. It is known.