Day One Thousand One Hundred and Seventeen

We had a quiet day. Zita went to the too small office. Downtown. For meetings with rascal ladies.

Craig and I played catch the ball a lot. In our side yard. That is good.

Orliath and I went for a nice walk. It is a very not so hot day outside. With lots of bright sunshine. 

We have lots of spic and span clothes on the make the wet clothes all dry shelves. 

The bright sunshine makes the clothes all dry. And now they smell all brand new. That is good. 

We can not play throw the ball too close to the all nice and clean clothes. Or we will get into lots of trouble. It is known.

Orliath borrowed Zita's go fast bicycle to go downtown. To buy presents. Not for me. For friends in way far away Ireland. But the tire lost all its hard air. It only had soft air left. Oh dear. 

She just went for a little ride to the not so way big lake. And watched the water. My friends the Ducks were not there. Just the nasty, noisy geese. Oh well.

Emmet made bagels for lunch. I got some bits. And peanut butter from Craig's sandwiches. I had a nice lunch. 

Because it is a way lovely day Emmet went for a nice walk to get his special very tasty ice tea. In the glass bottles. Not in cans. It is not so good in cans. It is known.

Zita and I had a nice walk before dinner. It is a outside cooking dinner night. Ha. 

Maybe we will watch the nice detective tonight. The one who wears his hat all the time. Even in the rain. He will have a soggy hat. Ha. Too bad for him.