Day One Thousand One Hundred and Twenty One

Zita and I took Craig to his old friends breakfast this morning. So he would not get lost. Ha.

We met a very big dog on the street. A mountain dog. It was bigger than me. She was a nice dog. 

Craig and Emmet and I had own made pizza last night. Then they talked for a long time. I had a nice nap.

When Zita got home from Mister Bill's we watched the nice detective until late. We were all tiered. Zita did not even have her nice Irish tea. She just fell fast all asleep.

Emmet had his Irish tea. And all the lemon pie. He takes it downstairs to his big cosy bedroom. And his comfy lie all down sofa. It is a not for Poppy sofa too. Too bad for me.

There were way too many people on our little streets. Last night. The police came and took their cars all away to the car jail. Oh dear. Because of the football game. Too bad for them.

Craig's team won. Again. Everybody was surprised. Ha.

Niamh and Orlaith are still at Mister Bill's little house. 

It is full of dogs. They are guarding Niamh and Orliath for me. Zita told me. 

Ollie is there. Ollie is a very fierce dog. And Cassie. Cassie is very very big. Niamh and Orlaith will be all safe. Just like if they were here with me. That is good. 

When Emmet was at Miss Rachel's party. In the garden. With all the tasty little foods. It was all full of doctors. No nice dogs. Oh well. 

Miss Rachel's grandfather is a doctor. He knew all about all of the nasty holes in Emmet. Because he is friends with Emmet's nice doctor. That is good. 

Emmet went for a nice long walk today. Up to the busy street. To see everybody. He is getting all better again. That is good. 

It is way quiet here. Because Niamh and Orlaith are not here. 

Maybe we will watch another of the nice detective shows on the television tonight. Emmet and Zita will drink their Irish tea. And have cookies from way far away England. That is good. 

Craig will not have anything. Because of his nose is still not all perfect. Too bad for him.