Day One Thousand Seven Hundred and Eighty Seven

It was a not so nice outside day today. Just rain. 

No sunshine today. Again. That is not right. 

It is nearly time for way too hot. Not way too wet. Oh dear. 

Zita and I went for our nice wake us up walk. Even in the little rain. 

When we were all home I was only a little bit too soggy. That is good.

Then Craig made the too much coffee and we had our tasty all together toasts.

Niamh had an early in the morning bath today. 

When she was all squeaky clean Craig took her to talk to her nice doctor.

Because all the trees make her cough too much. Oh dear.

Then Niamh had to go to our centre.

Because of her new job. Ha. She is very busy. 

Then our new make the house as clean as can be lady came. 

She made the house very spic and span. That is good. 

Even the bathtub is squeaky clean. And my watching window. Ha. That is good.

I kept Craig company in the den. On the comfy rug. 

All away from the very noisy make the floors clean machine. Ha. 

I helped him write his stories. For our nice Queen. Good for me.

When Zita came home from way downtown she did not stay. Only for a little while. 

She had to go and get Emmet a brand new little book. With his own picture inside. 

You can not go to way far anywhere if you do not have a little book. 

Nice polite dogs like me do not need little books.

Because we are dogs. Ha. Good for us. 

Zita and Emmet and Niamh have two little books. Craig can only have one. Ha. Too bad for him. 

Because he is only a pretend Scotsman. He is not Irish at all. Ha. 

Zita said that we are having a very big battle. 

Because of the little red flowers everywhere. She said I am winning. Ha. Good for me. 

Last night we watched the detective lady from way way far away Australia. 

There were no kangaroos. Again. Oh well.