Wednesday 25 September 2019

Day Two Thousand Six Hundred and Nineteen 

It was not a get up early day today. 

Zita drove Niamh to her nice university so she could talk to a professor.

And when she came home two people came to my house.

To talk all about the new go fast chair. 

Because there are lots and lots of important papers to sign. 

Before you can get a brand new one. I do not know why. Oh well.

The man took Craig’s go fast chair away with him when he left. 

So he could fix all up just like new. Ha. That is good.

And make it spic and span too.

Because it was very dirty. Oh dear. That is not so good.

Now Craig has to use the old red go fast chair. 

But it is a not so very comfy chair. Oh dear.

When the people were all gone Zita and I went for a long all over everywhere walk. Ha.

And when we came home Zita went to her smelly stretching store. 

So she could stretch everything.

I am a very good stretcher. I always stretch all over whenever I am just all awake. Ha.

Dogs do not need stretching stores so much as people. 

Because we already know all about stretching. Good for us.

I got lunchtime peanut butter treats today.

Because I minded the house when Craig and Zita went out for a tasty together lunch.

They went to Mister Nicastro’s delicious cheese store. 

Because they make tasty giant sandwiches too.



And they ate them outside on the very little tables. 

Right beside the giant picture of the buffalo. That is my favourite picture. 

And they had some very small too much coffees too. 



That is a good lunchtime. 

This afternoon Zita had to use the noisy clean the house machines. 

Because the not Miss Tamina lady forgot to come to our house. Oh dear. That is not all right.

Then Zita went to the squeeze your muscles until you feel better lady. 

I stayed here to mind Craig. He had to put his feet on the sofa. In the den.

Because of the not so very comfy chair. Oh dear. Too bad for him.

Mister Paul is coming to visit us this afternoon. 

To help Zita make a nice hole in the wall.  Right behind Emmet’s bed. 

So that the men can see how to keep his room as dry as a chip. 

Maybe Mister Paul will have his dinner here too. Maybe.




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