Day Five Hundred and Sixteen

We had lots and lots and lots of snow. All night. 

Last night we put all the bright lights and all the beautiful decorations on our very big Christmas tree. It is beautiful. Craig and Zita shut off all the lights and helped me watch the snow fall on the ground.

Niamh's friends did not sleep on my floor last night. Too much home work. Oh well. 

I did not have to stay up all night to guard them. I just slept on my cosy bed. And on Zita's comfy bed. 

The snow is so deep it sticks to my tummy. Cold tummys are not nice. 

Emmet and Sava and Chris are going to the movie with the giant dragon. It is way scary Emmet said. It has giant spiders too. 

Emmet does not like spiders. Craig does not like spiders. I am not scared of spiders. They just do not taste nice.

I went to the garden to play with my ball. I would not give it back to Zita.  I do not know why. Too bad for me.

Maybe Saint Santa will not bring me any secret presents because I was not a good listener. Oh dear. Oh dear.

I will have to talk to Saint Newton. He can help. It is his job. To help dogs. Even when they forget to listen. Or bark way too much in the car.  It is known.

Day Five Hundred and Fifteen

It was still way cold. I had to wear my Scotsman coat. We only went around the block. 

We had a little cheese party for Niamh's and Emmet's birthday. There were cakes on fire. I was not scared. I did not bark at all. Ha.

Emmet and Niamh got lots of presents. That is nice. Niamh got a nice phone. She will not hate this phone she said. That is good.

Zita drove Emmet to his tell everything exam. It is not nice to have an exam to a birthday. Oh dear.

Niamh and her friends are going out for a birthday dinner. They will have big big hamburgers and lots of chips. No cheese. 

I can not go. I have to stay here and guard Craig and Zita. And watch all the snow. Oh well.

Niamh's friends say they are going to sleep on my floor tonight. Ha. They will not sleep until way too late. It is known. I will guard them. It is my job. 

Day Five Hundred and Fourteen

It is colder today than even yesterday. I have to wear my Scotsman coat. Or I will be all frozen all stiff. Oh dear. 

Emmet says my nose will freeze off. That is silly.

We are just going around my little block tonight.  My feet get way too cold. It is not nice. It is not cosy at all. Not like my cosy duvet. Ha.

Emmet has his way old Gods tell them everything exam tonight. Until late. 

Zita will drive him so his nose will not freeze off. Ha.

Niamh is going to a birthday party tonight. Zita will drive her too. Way too cold.

Tomorrow is Emmet's and Niamh's birthday. We will have a little cheese party. And presents. And cake.  It is what we do for birthdays at my house. It is known.

Poor Emmet has another tell them everything all about old wars exam tomorrow. On his birthday. That is not nice.

When all the birthdays are all finished we can put the Christmas tree up. And all the decorations. I always help. I am a big help with the smelly tree.  

Maybe it will not be so way cold tomorrow.  

Day Five Hundred and Thirteen

It was way too cold today. Only short walks. Too much salt on my sidewalks. Oh well.

We played throw the green ball a lot. Before Craig had his coffee. Or toasts. Ha.

Emmet has his big all about everything exam tomorrow. All about the way old Gods who everybody forgot. Except Emmet. And me.

The way old Gods still live is way far away in Ireland. Or way up up in Scotland. On islands. That is good. Saint Newton does not mind. He told me.

I guarded the house all by myself tonight. 

Craig and Zita and Emmet went to see Niamh's very way special dance night. She danced all by herself. For a long time. I was not there to help. Oh well. 

The giant mice lost the battle to the little soldiers. The soldiers had swords. Emmet told me so. Not big swords like Emmet's. That is good. They were small soldiers. It is known.

Niamh was very happy about her big dance night. That is good. 

Day Five Hundred and Twelve

It is all cold again. It is our get up way early day again.

Everybody get too confused on the get up way too early days. I got two breakfasts today. Ha.

I had one with Zita when she made her I cannot drive without coffee coffee.

On the way too early days Zita has to drive Niamh and her dance a lot friend to the learn all about the cold outside class. 

I know all about the cold outside. It is cold. People are silly. 

Craig got me another breakfast when he was making the kitchen all tidy. I did not say anything. 

Maybe it was a special treats for nice dogs day. It was not. It was only a Craig and Zita got confused day. Ha.

Emmet is studying all about the giant pretend horse that won the very long war. 

They should have had nice dogs like me there to help them. Dogs would have told everybody it was not an empty horse. I would have barked way too much. And got in trouble. Oh well. But they would not have lost the war. And the dogs would have got kabillions of treats. It is known.

Tomorrow is Niamh's way special toe dance day. In her shiny special costume. With the giant nasty mice. 

I cannot go. No dogs allowed. That is not very nice. I would not bark. I would just sit there. And watch. And be very happy. It is known.

I will stay here and guard the house with Emmet. Oh well. I will help Emmet study. On his comfy bed. 

Day Five Hundred and Eleven

I had a nice day. I helped to move the cars.

It took a long long time before we had our toasts this morning. I was a good waiter. Oh well.

We threw my green ball today. No snow today. Just last night. 

We used the noisy make the house clean machine a lot today. 

We have to get all ready for St. Santa. St. Santa does not come to dirty houses Zita said.  It is good we are making the house all as clean as can be. 

We like it when St. Santa brings us Christmas time. And the nice smelly tree. 

Emmet is way busy. He has all the big tell everything about everything exams are this week. He has lots of Irish tea to help him. That is good.

Niamh has too much homework. All at the same time. That is not right. Silly school. 

When I went to my school I only had a little bit of homework. And I got treats. Schools should have treats. It is known.

Day Five a Hundred and Ten

I had to get up way way early. When it was still dark outside. Craig and Zita and Niamh too. Not Emmet. 

Craig and I watched out the window until we could see the sun. Then Craig had to drink his coffee.  

This morning there was a rabbit hopping on my corner. Silly rabbit. All our vegetables are gone away for the winter. All the nice flowers are gone away too. Ha. Silly rabbit. Too bad for it. 

When it was still dark Zita had to drive Niamh to the make your muscle all better store. The nice lady told Niamh she can do her toe dance with the giant mice. That is good. 

Niamh is vey happy. So am I am. Niamh is a way good dancer. It is known. She would be too sad if she did not do her toe dancing with the giant mice. It is known.

It snowed again last night. Jamie likes snow.  Craig does not like snow. He gets stuck in the snow. Oh well. We only threw the green ball a little bit today. Oh well. 

It is Niamh's birthday real soon. I do not have a special present for her. Oh dear. Zita will help me. Or Emmet. 

It is Emmet's birthday the same day. I will let Emmet catch me for his special present. Ha. 

Day Five Hundred and Nine

I had a nice walk. It was cold. And way early. We had to get Niamh to her special dance show. She had to help all the little dancers.

Craig and I read his Scotsman book all morning. And threw my green ball. 

Then I guarded the house all afternoon. All by myself. Craig and Zita and Emmet went to see Niamh doing all her special dances.  No toe dancing today. 

I was worried. Niamh's knee is still too sore. And she has her way big toe dance with the giant mice. Later. Before her birthday. Oh dear.

Tomorrow the nice lady with the make your muscles all better store will tell her if she can dance the special toe dance. Oh dear. Oh dear. 

Uncle Bill came to see Niamh dance all her dances. He said she was the way best dancer. That is true. I help Niamh practice dance all the time. I know she is a way best dancer. Even with her too sore knee. It is known. 

She dances better than Emmet and me. Oh well. 

Emmet cut his beard all off. All by himself. He did not go to the make me beautiful store. Now we do not look the same. Silly Emmet. 

Day Five Hundred and Eight

It is Saturday.  Saturdays are quiet.  I had a nice walk. I helped Zita with her university stories. I helped Niamh with her stories too. I am a big help when people have to write stories. 

Craig and Zita are going next door for dinner. At Maggie the dog's house. I am not going. I am staying here to guard Emmet and Niamh because Zita said I was in charge.

It is very cold tonight. We had a quick walk in the dark. I did not see any wolves at all. That is good. 

Wolves look like dogs. But they are not. They look like my friend Jamie. Except they are scary.  Jamie is not scary. She is my friend. It is known.

It is a good thing I am here to protect everybody. And we have a cannon. In Emmet's room. Wolves are afraid of cannons. Ha. I am not afraid of the cannon. It is our cannon. It is known.

Jamie does not have a cannon. Ollie does not have a cannon. We do. And scary bagpipe music. Craig says if you have cannons you have to have bagpipes. That is silly. 

Zita says bagpipes would scare all the wolves in the world away. That is why there are no wolves in way far away Scotland. Just big cows with way too much hair. And way big horns. Oh well.

Day Five a Hundred and Seven

Zita did not sell me for lamb chops. That is good. 

She told me everyone loves me lots and lots. Even when I bark way too much. I was very sad. Now we are all happy.  That is good.

I had a good day. Not like yesterday. Oh well.

When Craig took Emmet and Niamh to their schools I had a nice walk with Zita. I was a perfect dog. That is good.

Zita had to bring all the newspapers to all the nice stores on my busy big street. The stores where nice dogs get treats. Zita does not tell them about my barking. That is good. I like treats.

I stayed here to guard Craig and make sure all the people took the right piles of papers. There are lots and lots of piles of papers. People get confused. On paper days it is hard to play throw the green ball. It gets lost in the piles of newspapers. Oh well.

Craig had to take the little car to the fix your car store. He had to get do not get stuck in the snow tires on. 

Zita's gold big car got those tires put on a long time ago. Craig is very slow some times. Like when he has to drink all his coffee before he can throw my green ball. Oh well.

Day Five Hundred and Six

I had to get up early to help Niamh with her special exercises. She needs to get all better so she can dance in the toe dance and fight the giant mice. Oh dear.

All our newspapers came today. I only barked a bit too much. Sometimes I forget who the nice men are. Oh well.

This afternoon I had to go to visit Doctor Smith. On the way home I barked way way too much and got into big trouble. No one would talk to me. Oh dear. 

Zita said she is going to sell me for some lamb chops. Oh dear. I can not leave my house.  Who would take take care of my family if I am not here.  Lions will eat them. Oh dear. 

I am a way too sad dog. Oh dear. 

It is a bad day. Tomorrow will be better. I will be a better listener. 

Day Five Hundred and Five

It is our get up way too early day. It is the day I have to wait for a long time to go on our walk. I am a good waiter Zita said. That is true. 

When Craig drove Emmet to his university and Niamh dance at school school I had a nice long walk with my friend Jamie.

I guarded the house for a long time all by myself. It is because it is that time when people have to go and get the secret presents. Saint Santa day is coming. I do not know St. Santa. He is a friend of St. Newton. It is known. I talk to St. Newton. I do not know if St. Santa can hear dogs.  Oh well.

Craig and Zita brought home our St. Santa day tree. We always get the biggest tree we can find. I like the smell of the tree. And all the sparkly lights.

I had to have a little bath. I was a bit dirty. And soggy. 

When I have a bath the fur on my head sticks up. Craig calls me Punk Poppy. That is not very nice.  I do not say he is scruffy. Ha. It is good that he shares toasts with me. 

Zita is finished all her work for her new university. Until after the presents for everyone day.

The present man came today. I did not remember him and barked a bit too much. Oh well. He will still bring presents Zita said. That is good.

Day Five Hundred and Four

No Scotsman coat today. No long walk. I went to the garden down the street. There is no nasty salt there. That is good.

Niamh has special exercises to do to fix her poor knee. She has to get up early to practice them. I have backing up exercises to do too. Oh well.

Zita had lots of writing to do. I was a big help. I guarded the room. And her Irish tea.

Craig was still in the den being a Scotsman looking for nasty people on a black island.  That is silly  islands are not black. We have an island in my canal. It is green with big trees. It used to have pigs Craig said. Craig reads silly stories. Ha.

Craig is going to the airport to pickup his friend Paul. Paul was in way far away. Fixing things.

Emmet and Niamh got way good scores at school. That is good. Craig's teams never get way good scores. It makes him sad. He should find better teams. It is known.

We drove Niamh to watch her dance friends. She cannot dance until the nice make your muscles all better lady says it is ok. Oh dear. Oh dear.

Day Five Hundred and Three

We had a way way busy day.

Not so cold today. The snow is too soft and gets stuck on me. Oh well.

Niamh hurt her knee at her dance party yesterday. 

Right away this morning Zita took her to her friend who has a make your muscles all better store. She is a nice lady. She is one of the go away to nice restaurants ladies. 

They put a machine on her leg to make all better. I saw pictures of it. It did not look like a machine at all. Oh well.

Niamh could not go to school because of her sore knee. Poor Niamh. I get chicken treats for my sore leg. Dr. Smith gave them to me. Niamh should go to my Doctor Smith. It is known.

Zita says I should get boots to keep my feet nice. With no nasty salt on them. Jamie has boots for her back feet. 

Craig had to go to the dentists because he is old. Ha. They give him treats at his dentist store. Not big tasty cookies like the nice lady leaves for me. Ha.

Day Five Hundred and Two

We had more snow today. That is not nice. The snow gets in my paws and it does not feel good at all. Craig helps me take all the snow away when I get home. That is nice. 

Niamh had one of her dance parties today. Not the one with the nasty giant mice. That is later. Not the one with all her dance friends. That is later too. Too many dance parties. 

Craig could not go today either. Broken elevator. Oh dear. 

I stayed home and guarded Craig. He did not get into any trouble. That is good. He did not eat any porridge or oatmeal. Or listen to squeaky bagpipes. That is good. 

It is Sunday. We do not have toasts on Sunday. We have bagels. From up the street. I get the ends of Craig's bagels on Sundays. With cream cheese. Ha. 

I went for a long walk with my friend Jamie today. Poor Zorro hurt his leg again. 

My friend Zoe came for dinner after the dance party. That is good. Craig's mother came for dinner. She has a furry coat. I do not like the smell of it. At all. Some times I bark a bit too much. Oh well.

Zoe and Niamh laugh way loud. It is known. Ha.