Day Seven Hundred and Sixty Nine

It is a cold day. That is silly. It is summer time. It is not time for the cold.  

Zita had to wear a fuzzy jacket for our nice walk this morning. Before breakfast.

Niamh had to get up way early. To go to a new store. To have more dance a lot pictures made. I could not go.

I was way too busy. I sat in the car and guarded all the papers when the nice people came to get their big piles of papers. I like sitting in the gold big car. And watching everything. It is known.

Yesterday I helped take some of the papers to the stores on the busy street. In the car. Ha. 

There were lots of frogs in my yard last night. I did not play with them. Oh well.

Craig had to put on a nice warm shirt. It was too cold to read his new book. And he had to have another coffee to make him all toasty. We did not have toasts today. Too bad for me.

Craig is a Roman doctor in way far away, long long ago England. He has to find one of his helpers. He is lost. They are building a very long wall. To keep all the Scotsmen away. Ha. No porridge for them.

Zita is taking lots and lots to papers to all the nice people who put them on all the front steps. All over my neighbourhood. I was in the newspaper one time. Not Craig. Or Emmet. Just Zita and Niamh and me. Ha.

Niamh's friend Zoe is going to sleep here tonight. They will not sleep. They will just laugh. Zoe is my friend too. Even when I was way little. She is tall. 

Day Seven Hundred and Sixty Eight

It is sometimes a soggy day. We had a nice walk before it got all soggy out. 

My tummy is all better. That is good. I do not like having a sick tummy. Too many naps are not good for you.

Our newspaper men are comming today. With all our newspapers. The newspaper vacation is all over Zita said.

I did not bark way too much at the my friends the newspaper men today. That is good. I will get treats. 

We have to put big orange blankets on top of the papers. So they will not be all soggy. People do not want soggy papers. It is known.

Last night Emmet and Niamh were in Craig's old go fast chair. That is not right. I did not like that. It is Craig's chair. Not theirs. Oh well. 

I cannot help with the newspapers. I get in the way. Oh dear. Too bad for them.

The newspaper men have a very big truck. It is loud. I am not so loud. Only when I bark too much. Oh well. 

Craig and Zita have to put pieces of paper with numbers on all the piles of papers. I cannot help. Dogs cannot read. 

They make a very big mess. They do not get in trouble. Ha. 

Day Seven Hundred and Sixty Seven

Another soggy dog day. I still have a little bit of a sick tummy. I cannot eat so much. Oh dear. 

I had a nice nap on Niamh's comfy bed this morning. Niamh was watching the catch all the scary people program on the television. In the den. She did not mind me having a nap on her bed. 

It is a windy day. The scary green garbage can with the wheels is in my side yard. So it will not fly far away in the wind. Too bad for me.

I have to have lots of nice naps until my tummy is all better.

Emmet is going to get all his new books for his university. Not today. It is too soggy. When it is not so soggy he will go. 

Emmet loves books. He has lots of them. All over. In big piles. He steals Craig's books. Ha.

Niamh is reading a scary book. She likes it. I would not like scary books. I would only read happy books. With brave dogs. Like me. Or nice horses that do not smell. And elephants. Ha. Yesterday was elephant day. All over the world. Nobody told me. Oh well.

Zita is working. I am helping her. On my own nice duvet. With the summer flowers on it. 

Craig's old go fast chair came back home. All shiny. We will keep it in the basement. In case the new go fast chair breaks. Go fast chairs break. I do not know why. Maybe they go too fast. Ha. 

Craig is still a detective in Turkey. He has not caught anybody. He is not a very fast detective. It is because he does not have a brave dog to help him. It is known. 

Day Seven Hundred and Sixty Six

It is a soggy dog day. 

I have a very sick tummy. From being asleep at Doctor Smith's hospital. Too bad for me.

I will have nice naps. On my comfy bed. My friend Emmet came upstairs to help me guard the house. He helped me because I always help him when he sick. It is my job. We are way good friends. It is known.

He sat on the big comfy sofa with his little computer. I had a nap on the nice soft rug. Bedside Emmet's feet. So I know where he is. Even when I am all asleep.

Craig and Zita had to go out. To say good bye to an old friend of Craig's. From his university long long time ago. 

He was Craig's very nice doctor for a long time. Until he got way sick. He died. 

That is too bad. It is what happens when you get way way way too old. Or way way too sick. That is sad.

Niamh had to go to the new dance a lot place. They want to take beautiful pictures of her. With brand new clothes on. From a famous store. That will be nice. They are not Mister Bill's pictures though. Someone else will make the pictures. Oh well.

Day Seven Hundred and Sixty Five

We did not go for a walk this morning. I had to go see Doctor Smith. Way early in the morning.

I had to get my teeth all nice and shiny. I go fast asleep and do not remember anything until I wake up. And then I am not at home and then I get a bit freighted. I only like to wake up at home. With my own family. Oh dear. 

They cut some of my fur all off on my leg. Oh dear. I do not like this at all. 

Zita came to get me from Doctor Smith's hospital. Before my dinner. I did not have to stay there all night. Like Emmet had to. That is good. 

When I got home I was very tired. And had to have a very long nap on my nice comfy bed. With my own family.

Day Seven Hundred and Sixty Four

It is very quiet today. It is Sunday. Sundays are quiet.

Craig and Zita cleaned and cleaned the big fence in my side yard. They have to paint it. Some of the paint is all gone. Because I have to jump up on the fence. Every morning. To chase the nasty squirrels away. Ha.

We cut lots more of the too tall trees and bushes. We put the pieces in giant paper bags. For the scary garbage trucks.

Zita made own made cinimmon buns this morning. Cinimmon buns are not for nice dogs like me. I would get a sick tummy. Oh dear.

We got presents for cousin Julia's new little baby. Lots of socks. Babies like socks. I do not wear socks. Niamh only wears half socks. That is silly.

Emmet and I looked out my watching window this afternoon. I had a nice nap. I was guarding him. 

We did not go for our before dinner walk until late. Because it is a way hot day. 

It is Uncle Bill's birthday. He is still way old. I am not so way old. Not like Craig. 

Day Seven Hundred and Sixty Three

I had a busy day. 

We had a nice walk. And we had our toasts on our beautiful patio. Ha. 

We made the bushes and trees in my beside the house yard smaller.  Zita had a long long machine. With a string. When you pull the string pices of tree fall from the sky.

On top of me. Oh dear. It was a bit scary. I did not bark at all. Ha. 

Then we had to use the way too loud wind machine. To make everything all neat and tidy again. 

I can not be outside when Zita uses the too loud wind machine. She said I might get something in my eye. Oh dear. I watched out my dining room window. That is good. 

Now the nasty squirrels cannot hide from me. Because the trees are not so tall now. Too bad for them. Ha.

I was a big help. Then I had a nap. It is very hard being a big help. 

Because he is a way good baby sitter Mister Paul is going to stay in way far away England for a long long time. Craig told me. 

Who will going to go to the not very much money breakfast store with Craig? Oh dear. Oh dear. Who will fix Zita's make the clothes all clean again machine? Oh dear. Too bad for us.

We had a nice long walk in the too hot day this afternoon. Before dinner. 

It is Uncle Bill's sing happy birthday day tomorrow. He is still way old. Even older than Craig. And Craig is so old he went on trains that had fire in them. Emmet told me so. Maybe it is not true. Fire is way dangerous. It is known. Oh dear me.

Day Seven Hundred and Sixty Two

Everybody is home. In their own beds. With their own pillows. I am not in charge now. That is right.

Zita and I had a nice long walk. And we had toasts. With nice bread from Craig and Zita's trip. With the special jam. They always go to that special nice kabillions kinds of bread store. That is good. It is good toasts.

Craig and I played throw the ball a lot this morning. That is good. 

I had a nice nap on my very own bed in the nice cool kitchen. It is going to be a way hot day. The radio told us. 

Zita has to use the make the grass short machine today. I cannot help. I do not mind. It is a too hot day. I am not very a big help in my garden. I am a big help guarding it. From the nasty squirrels or the bunnies. Who eat my carrots and my green beans. It is my job. 

 

I found my big blue ball. It is an outside ball. It was under the scary bicycles. The squirrels put it there. I found it. Ha.

Niamh is working at the new dance a lot place. Painting it very bright colours. She has lots of students this year. That is good.

Craig is a detective in far away Turkey.  Again. Not long long time ago Turkey. Just now Turkey. No nice dogs. Oh well. It will not be a good book. 

The present man brought Craig two new books. Soon he will be a Roman doctor trying to catch nasty people a long time ago in way far away England. No nice dogs or even elephants. Oh well. 

Uncle Bill came over on his blue big motorcycle. To talk to Emmet and Craig all about a bacon restaurant. It is new. They are going to go and eat lots and lots of bacon. Ha. They will have sick tummies. Too bad for them. 

Day Seven Hundred and Sixty One

I was in charge all night. Last night. Ha. 

I slept on the cousin's extra bed. In the extra room. In the scary basement. Where all the sleep too late in the morning ladies played their scary games on the other television. Until way late. Their games are very loud.

When everybody went to sleep I slept on the floor in front of Niamh's  bedroom. To guard them. It was my job. Because I was in charge. Ha.

They had pizza from Mister Tony's pizza store. That is good. 

Emmet and Sava and Chris went to a too many chips restaurant and a very loud movie. That is what they do. 

I went for a nice walk when Niamh had to go and feed the nasty cat. For real money. You have to pay nice people real money to feed cats. Ha.

Craig and Zita got home before my dinner walk. That is good. There were no presents for me. This time. Oh well. 

Zita is in charge now. Not me. That is good. Being in charge is a hard job. It is known. I will have a nice nap. Or play throw the ball with Craig.

When Craig is not here we do not have toasts in the morning. Oh well. 

Day Seven Hundred and Sixty

I had a nice long walk this morning. Before Craig got out of bed. Ha.

We went to the big lake and down my favourite very big trees street.

Craig and Zita are going away today. I am in charge. They wrote big lists of everything for Niamh and Emmet to do. Like do not forget to feed Poppy. Ha.

They will not listen. Oh well.

Craig will not be here to do the typing for my story. Oh dear. Maybe I will try to get Niamh to do it. I am in charge.

Day Seven Hundred and Fifty Nine

We did not go for our nice walk today until late. Zita had a sore head. Because of the weather. Oh dear.

I lost my favourite ball under the sofa. I could not get it. Craig had to get the scary grabber to get it for me.

It is a soggy day. I helped Zita with her work. On my comfy summer duvet. With my pillow. 

Today Craig is a itilian policeman. He lives in Rome. With the Pope. His house is too small to have a nice dog to help him. Oh well. 

Niamh has to go to the dentist today. In the afternoon. Craig will drive her. Oh dear. She cannot feel her ears. Oh dear. 

Emmet and I are very polite. When he gets me a treat we shake each other's feet.  Emmet says it is important to know how to be polite. So we will be invited to visit the Queen. In far away England. Or if Emmet become Pope. It is known.

Tonight is not soggy. So Zita and I went for a nice walk. To see the little ducks. You cannot bark at little ducks. It would scare them. Oh dear. 

Tomorrow Zita and Craig are going for a nice visit to some nice restraurents. Sheets on the table restraurents. Not too many chip restraurents.  Zita said I will be in charge of the whole house. And Emmet and Niamh. And I can sleep on the big bed all by myself. Ha.

Day Seven Hundred and Fifty Eight

I had a nice quiet day. We had a nice walk and we had our toasts on our beautiful patio. I had a nice nap.

Today was everybody reading books day. Craig is a old soldier in an new war. Looking for some nasty men who just kill people who are not just like them. Oh dear.  He does not a a nice dog. Just two old horses who pull his big black wagon. 

We played throw the ball. When I was not having a nice nap.

Zita and Emmet are reading their books too. Dogs do not know how to read books. We just like to listen to books. Especially books with brave dogs in them. We are very good listeners.

Sometimes I bark too much. And then I get in trouble. Oh dear. 

Niamh took me for a nice walk. It is not way too hot today. That is good.

It is a nice quiet day. For everybody. That is nice. 

Day Five Hundred and Fifty Seven

It is a nice quiet Sunday. We went for a nice walk.

We had lots of toasts on our beautiful patio. And watched the people going to the park. It is a beautiful day.

We had pancakes and bacon for our special Sunday breakfast. Emmet was nearly awake. Ha.

Zita spent the whole afternoon making the garden all beautiful again. I could not help. I am not a big help in the garden. I am a bit messy. Oh well. 

I stand at the watching window and bark if I see dangerous dogs or nasty people coming too near to Zita. Craig says I worry way too much. He is wrong. Ha.

Craig is writing a new story. He will be a writer just like me. Ha. 

He is writing about his friend from way far away Ireland, mister Oughterard Otter. All about his exciting adventures.  Mister Otter is not real like me. He is just real in Craig's head. That is where the best stories live. It is known.

Niamh's dance a lot friend Mackennzie is comming to have dinner at our house and have a stay up late  and get up late night. They will be noisy. It is known. Ha.

Niamh had big pieces of paint on her last night. When she got home from the new dance a lot place. She had to haved a scrubbed all clean bath. Ha.

Day Seven Hundred and Fifty Six

I had a nice walk with Zita this morning. Before the way too hot was here.

When Craig got out of the comfy bed we had toasts. With jam. That is good. Jam is good for dogs. Especially nice French jam. In way beautiful jars. Ha.

Niamh went to her new dance a lot place. She and all the dance a lot friends are going to paint it all  nice. Because it is band new. 

She and the dance a lot friends had dinner there last night. Chinese food. I like Chinese food. I was not there. Too bad for me.

She has a new toe dance teacher. I do not know who it is. Dogs do not toe dance. I just dance with Emmet. With my feet on his shoulders. Ha. 

We went for a little walk in the way too hot. To look at the giant party in my park. With a way way big tent. With people dressed in way too hot clothes. With real music. Craig said it was the music for water. That is nice. 

Craig came on the nice little walk too. We went and saw my friends the ducks and sat on the bench for a nice rest and drink. 

We saw the house without a bottom. It is still there. It did not fall down. Someone is making a new bottom for it. But not very fast. 

Day Seven Hundred and Fifty Five

Zita and Niamh came home last night. In Craig's silver little car.  From the not so far away airport. Ha.

Everybody went to sleep in their own cosy beds last night. Me too. Good for us.

I am not a sad dog today. It is known.

I got a present from way far away Ireland. The best purple bouncy ball in the world.  It is my own present. Niamh and all the cousins got it for me. That is good.

Craig and Emmet got presents too. They did not get a bouncy ball. Ha.

Craig forgot my dinner again. Until after it was dark. Oh dear. Too bad for me.

Niamh got presents for all her friends. Special candy from way far away. 

Zita took me for a nice long walk this morning. It was a very nice morning. Not a soggy dog day. Not a way too hot day. Just a nice day for a nice walk. That is good.

We all had toasts and jam after our walk. That is good. 

Emmet and Zita went to the nice food store so will will not starve to death. That is good.

It is good everybody is home again. So I can look after them. It is known.