Day Five Hundred and Seventy Eight

We had a quiet day. Craig did not go to breakfast today. Too much snow on the sidewalks. He said he would get stuck in the snow and be lost forever. Oh dear. I would have to go find him. So the wolves would not eat him. I would be very brave. It is known. He stayed home instead. That is good. 

Zita and I went to the empty pond for our nice morning walk. The snow is way deep. We only went across the middle. On the pretend bridge. 

Craig and I had toasts when we came home. Craig and Zita had even more coffee. Zita had her chocolates. 

My house is very quiet. Niamh is with all her dance a lot friends in Toronto. I looked in her room. She was not there. Just clothes on the floor. No Niamh. Oh dear. 

Niamh is comming home late late tomorrow. On the nice bus with the bathroom.

Zita asked me to guard the house a lot today. She is busy giving out the papers to all the nice people who put them on your front door. For free. Ha.

Emmet is writing writing again. And drinking Irish tea. Everybody is very busy. Except Craig. He just reads what Zita and Emmet write. That is an easy job. He is old. Ha. 

We are going to have Mr. Tony's pizza tonight. Ha. 

I tried my new red snow boots today. Just on my back feet today. To keep my feet all nice and dry. My new boots are the same colour as Zita's keep your hands warm gloves. That is good.

Day Five a Hundred and Seventy Seven

Today was Niamh's go on the nice bus to Toronto day.  With all her dance friends. I got up way early. In the dark. To help her get ready. Niamh told me the nice bus has a bathroom. Not like the go to school smelly bus. 

There was so much windy snow this morning I could not see my pond. All the cars were too slippy on my hill. 

Zita drove Emmet to his way early in the morning university class.

When they were going out two men nearly ran into each other. And got out of their trucks. And yelled at each other. Right beside Zita and Emmet in the gold big car. That is not right. I gave lot a very fierce barks. To scare them away. That is why I should always go with Zita. But I bark too much. Oh dear. 

The men ran all away. Ha.

Zita came home and I told her not to go away without me. She did not understand. Oh dear. Oh dear. 

Zita and I went for a walk. It was not a way nice walk. Just a nice walk. Too much windy snow. The way too much snow gets in my feet. I do not like it. I am a soggy dog again.

Craig and I had nice toasts when I got home. After I was all dry. That is good.

Craig and Paul went out in the way too much snow storm to get my Dr. Smith's breakfast medicine so I don't have a sick tummy. That is nice. 

Craig got Zita lots of big chocolate bars because today is your favourite person in the world day. 

Craig got Emmet a big box of sticky buns. 

I got lots of hugs today. Because I am the best dog in the world. Ha. No chocolate bars for dogs.

Day Five a Hundred and Seventy Six

We had a busy day. It is always busy the day our newspapers come. Today is newspaper day.

I mostly remembered and did not bark way too much. Just a little too much.

I am tired of the way too cold. So is Zita. She told me so. It is true. It is going to snow again tomorrow. I am tired of way too much snow too.

I like it when it is not so way too hot. When I can go and look at all the people in my neighbourhood from my patio. With all my beautiful flowers.  Oh well.

The nice men put all the newspapers in my yard. And in Zita's gold big car. So she can give all the nice stores their newspapers. That is why I always get treats when I visit the stores. It is known.

Craig drove Emmet to school early today. He had a meeting with his - they had a war by mistake professor. She knows all about old airplanes. Emmet told me.

She is from Wales. Where the cats do not have tails. Too bad for them. Ha.

Wolves are afraid of airplanes. And big brave dogs. It is known.

Tomorrow Niamh has to get up way way early. In the dark. So she can get on her bus to go to Toronto for her dance party. She will not be awake. She will just say she is. Ha.

Day Five Hundred and Seventy Five

Zita and I went for a long walk with my friend Jamie today. That is good. Jamie is very quiet. She never barks. Or gets in trouble. Oh well.

We did not have toasts today. We had flat muffins instead. With jam. I got two nice pieces of the tops of the muffins. That is good.

The move the snow off my sidewalks machines were here today. A lot. I do not like them at all. There are too noisy.

I had a nap on my comfy bed in the kitchen.

I did not bark at all when Zita went out to the store to get all our new food. Even green beans. I got a treat. I get treats for no barking times. That is good. It is hard not to bark. When I get worried about my people going outside without me to save them. It is known.

Craig and I watched the famous games in the snow. The dancers on ice. With skates. They are very fast. They jump very high. Like Niamh. Our dancers did not win this time. Oh well.

They have lots of dogs there. That is nice. They did not look like Jamie or Zorro. Maybe they were not Russian dogs. Maybe they were visitor dogs. 

Our cheese friends phoned us. To say hello. They said my friend Ross is sick too. Oh dear. They said that he has a nice doctor. That is good. 

They are going on a trip to way far away. They are going on a boat. In a big river. To see way old castles. And nice new restaurants. And ghosts. It is known.

Day Five Hundred and Seventy Four

We went for a nice long walk. Craig stayed in bed until too late. 

I had to wait and wait and wait for my toasts. Oh well.

Zita and went and got the silver little car. From Mr Paul's tire store. With a new tire. I got to ride home. Ha.

My friend Jamie's lady came to my house. Not Jamie. Zita and she went out for lunch. Jamie and I had to guard our houses. Oh well.

Craig drove Emmet to his university tonight. He is still a bit sick. He has to drink lots of Irish tea. It is known. Or he will not get better. 

Niamh has to stay out way late late. To practice for her big dance party dance. In Toronto. Toronto is far away. I cannot go. Not as far as way far away Ireland. Just too far for me. Oh well.

Day Five Hundred and Seventy Three

I had a very busy day. Guarding the house. 

We went for a walk to my empty pond. That is a nice walk.

Then everybody had to go everywhere. I got please guard the house peanut butter treats. That is good.

Zita had Craig's silver little car. It got a big hole in its tire. Cars cannot go anywhere with flat tires. Oh dear. A man had to come to put the extra tire on the car. He was a nice man. That is good. 

There are big holes in the road that eat tires Craig says. That is silly. Nobody would eat a tire. They do not smell nice.

Zita took the car to Mr. Paul's tire store. They will fix it. I got to go for a car ride to give Mr Paul the keys. I barked too much. I got in trouble again. Oh well.

Niamh is teaching all the little girls how to dance tonight. She likes teaching. That is good. 

Emmet is still a bit way too sick. He is having a nice nap after his university. With Irish tea on his comfy big leather sofa. The one that leans back. With all the fat pillows. I can get on Emmet's sofa. Not the one in the living room. That is for Zita. And Niamh. It is known.

Day Five Hundred and Seventy Two

It is Sunday. Sundays are nice quiet days.  We went for a long walk with my friend Jamie this morning. It not so cold today. But the snow too sticky. Oh well. 

Emmet is still way sick. Oh dear. He watched a movie for his the war by mistake class. He did not fall asleep. That is good.

Zita's computer is sick too. Craig cannot fix it. It has to go to the nice men in the up the stairs store. Where they fix computers. Oh dear.

Zita is going to the food store to get Emmet more strawberries.  He only eats strawberries and croissants and cheese. Because he is sick. Zita makes him Irish tea too. That is good. 

When he is upstairs I sleep on his feet to keep him warm. I am a good warmer. When you are sick. It is known. 

I did not want to go on a nice walk tonight. My bed is way too comfy. I went anyway. Or Zita would have to go by herself. That is not right. 

It is not dark yet. There are no wolves when it is not dark. Just some nasty dogs. I am not scared of them. Ha. 

I wish there were elephants on my street. Elephants are very big. With big tusks. Wolves are scared of elephants. Emmet's Punics had elephants. It is known. There are no Punics anymore. That is sad. Just in Emmet's books. 

Day Five Hundred and Seventy One

Poor Emmet is still way sick. Zita had to go out and buy him nice food to eat.

Craig and I made croissants. Emmet loves croissants. Me too. 

Zita came home and we had our toasts. 

Niamh got up way early this morning. To practice her dance. Niamh is going away to a big dance party. In Toronto. With all her dance a lot friends. On a nice bus. Not smelly. 

She has to practice all the time. Niamh loves to dance. Me too. Emmet and I dance before we have dinner. Lots of times. With music. Ha. 

Zita and I went to the nice hardware store for our walk. It is a busy store. They give nice dogs treats. That is good. I am very good in the nice stores. I never bark at all. I always get treats. That is good.

Zita had to get her slide on the ice skates all sharp. So she would not fall down. 

She went on the canal. It is empty in the winter. No place for ducks at all. She went all the way downtown on her sharp skates. I do not go on the canal. It is too slippy for me. I would just slide all over and fall down. It is known.

Craig is watching the famous games in the snow. In Russia.  We watched our ladies win medals. They can keep them for themselves. They are sisters. They were very happy. They slide down a mountain. Very fast. They do not fall down. That is why they get the medals. Ha. 

Day Five Hundred and Seventy

I am not sick today. That is good. 

Zita is not so sick today. We went on a nice short walk. Not too far. We were a bit too tired. We came home early for our toasts.

Emmet is still sick. He did not go to his university today. He had his I am sick medice and Irish tea. 

He went back downstairs to his comfy bed. Oh dear.

Niamh is nearly all better. She went to her dance a lot school this morning on the smelly bus. Oh dear. 

Zita and Craig watched Russian dancers do beautiful toe dances for all the people who are going to Russia to have famous games in the snow. 

My friends Jamie and Zorro are snow dogs from Russia. They are not there. It is way way too far away. They would get lost. That would be sad. It is known. 

Craig is a lady detective in Scotland who thinks about things way too much. She writes a magazine all about thinking. 

She does not eat sheep's tummies. She has very little coffees and fat sandwiches instead. From way far away Italy. That is good. She does not eat porridge either. Ha.

Niamh's friends are coming over to my house. For a visit. Niamh has to clean her room. So they can find the floor. Ha.

Day Five Hundred and Sixty Nine

I had an upset tummy this morning. I did not eat my breakfast.  Zita has a sick tummy too. We did not go for our walk. We had nice long naps instead. 

I am still a sleepy dog. This afternoon I slept on the end of the big bed so Zita would not be all alone with a sick tummy. 

Dogs are good friends when you are sick. It is known. 

Craig and I had toasts and threw my Red Ball when I was feeling a bit better.

Emmet has a headache and sore legs. Oh dear. He is going to his university tonight anyway. Silly Emmet.

Craig is not sick. He said it is because he eats oatmeal cookies and peanut butter sandwiches. That is not true. He just says silly things. Because he is old. Ha.  Silly Craig. 

Zita does not have to go to her Mr. Saint Paul's university tonight. That is good.

I am going to stay here and guard my house and all my family. I am not a silly dog. I just bark a bit too much. Oh well.

Day Five Hundred and Sixty Eight

A nice quiet day. I had a nice walk with my friend Jamie this morning.  For a long time. Jamie likes the snow. Oh well. 

I had my toasts with Craig when I got home. That is good. 

Niamh is at home today. She is sick. She could see stars with her eyes. Without looking out the window. Even in the daytime. Oh dear. She went back to bed. And slept until Emmet got up. 

She has to go to the dentists tomorrow. Too bad for her. 

We did not play the Red a Ball game a lot today. Oh well.

Zita had to write a lot for Mr. Saint Paul's again. I had to help. It is my job. On my comfy duvet.

Zita wanted to go out for a walk tonight. I did not want to go. Too much snow. I am tired of way too much snow. I went. It would not be safe to go for a nice walk without me. Because of the wolves. Sometimes the wolves hide behind the big green garbage cans. The scary ones. With wheels. 

Sometimes I am very brave. Even when I am outside. It is known.

Zita dropped a bowl. In the kitchen. It broke every where. Oh dear. I wanted to be a big help. I could not help. There were sharp things on the floor. Oh dear. 

We got the noisy house cleaning machine. I could be a big help with that. That is good. Dogs like to be a big help. It is known.

Day Five Hundred and Sixty Seven

We went to my pond this morning. On our walk. I like walking in my pond. All by ourselves. We do not have to share our special path across my pond. It is my path. Ha.   Zita likes going to our nice pond too. She told me.

We had toasts when we got home. I had a nice nap on my cosy duvet. Zita had more writing to do. Oh dear. So much writing. 

My friend Jamie came to visit me this afternoon. Jamie likes the way too cold. So does Zorro. They are way too cold kind of dogs. 

Emmet is still writing all about way long ago sick people. No Punics. No elephants. Oh well.

Niamh is at her dance a lot until late late tonight. She made her own toe dance for her dance a lot school. She showed me. It is very noisy. And fast. 

We played throw the Red Ball today. That is good. And peanut butter sandwiches for lunch. That is good.

Craig is another French detective. A different one who has no nice dog. It will take him a long time to catch the nasty people with no nice dog to help him. It is known.

Zita is going out with some of her lady friends for desserts tonight. I will stay home and guard Emmet and Craig. 

It is hard being a dog. 

Day Five Hundred and Sixty Six

We went for a nice walk in my pond. I like my pond. It is not so far away. The snow in the pond is very deep. I jump in it. Ha.

I get a bit soggy. Oh well.

We are having a party tonight. Not a cheese party. A cake party. For our friend Kieran. They will sing the happy birthday song for him. Even Craig.  Oh well.

Zita is writing writing writing again. For her new university. I am helping. 

Craig is just reading his new book. He did not tell me what it is about yet. We had croissants for lunch. Craig always shares his croissant with me. Because I am French too. 

We played throw the Red Ball this morning. After our toasts. That is good. 

Niamh is dance a lot teaching tonight. She likes to teach. They give her money for it. Ha. 

Emmet is reading all about the long long ago people getting way too sick. Before they had nice doctors. Or hospitals.  

Emmet's friend Rachel is going to be a doctor. She rides very big horses. She is not scared of them. She can get a nice dog and be a lady knight. That is good. Horses smell a lot. 

Craig says poor Rachel is from the way wild parts of way far away Ireland. Nearly Scotland. Oh well. It is good she lives here. We are not so wild. Just way too cold. 

Day Five Hundred and Sixty Five

More too much snow. We went for a nice walk. But not so far. The snow is very hard to walk in. I get all covered in snow. Even my tummy. Oh well. 

We took lots of pictures. Of our favourite tree. Near where the treats nice lady lives. We did not go to the treat box. Oh well. 

I was a soggy dog when I got home. 

We did not have toasts today. Craig did not get out of the comfy bed until late. 

He was up when we got home from our nice walk. He and Zita had their coffee. 

Zita and I made our own made muffins. Craig shared the little extra pieces of his muffins with me. That is good. 

Niamh and Zita went out to take all the snow away. There was way too much snow. I got to go out to be a big help. I am a good snow digger. I get a bit soggy. Cara helped too. She can not dig the snow like me. Too bad for her. Ha.

Emmet had to get up early to play his game with his friends from way far away and all over. On his big computer. 

He has to read all about the roses people who wanted to be king. 

He is writing about the long long ago times when everybody got sick and died. Because of the nasty rats. Rats are just squirrels with skinny tails. It is known. 

The last football game is on tonight. That is good. He team will not win. Oh well. 

Day Five Hundred and Sixty Four

We had a nice walk this morning. In the empty pond. Where the ducks like to swim. In the summer.  It is a nice pond. I have my own path. Right in the middle. Then behind all the trees. Ha.

Niamh and Zita did not get home until way late. I had to stay up and wait for them. It is my job. 

Craig was in the den. With his new book. He is a knight. With a sword. And a nice friend. Only a little castle. Too small for ghosts. Oh well. 

Zita is writing for Mr. Saint Paul's. A lot. I am helping. On my comfy duvet.

It is Saturday. Craig did not go to breakfast. I do not know why. 

We did not have toasts. We had croissants. Croissants are French. Like me. We put them in the stove. So they are nice and warm. I always get the pointy ends of the croissants. That is good. 

Today is Niamh's dance all day long day. She had to get up early. Me too. Oh well. 

Emmet had to get up too. He is studying all about long ago people fighting about who had the nicest colour of roses. That is silly. You can not eat roses. We have green beans and carrots in my garden. We have beautiful flowers on my patio. Not roses. Roses are prickly. Silly people.

The television was right. More too much snow. When I came home from our nice walk I was a soggy dog. 

I saw Jamie. Jamie likes the too much snow. Oh well. She does not get so cold. Like me.