Day Eight Hundred and Thirty

We had a nice walk this morning. In the little all the time rain. 

It is not so hot today. Yesterday was way hot. It is not right to be way hot when my friends the ducks are going for their vacation. Silly weather.

When we got home I was a soggy dog. Zita was all soggy too. Oh well.

Niamh had a sick tummy this morning. I was the nice nurse. She was way too tired. That is why she was sick. 

She went to school after I jumped up on the her very high bed and gave her get all better kisses.  Zita drove her to the dance a lot school. That is good.

Craig and I played catch the ball a lot this morning. That is good. When it was not all rainy. He is afraid of the rain.

Zita is going to her work at our house today. To talk to people from all over far away. All about an important for everybody meeting. On the telephone. In the cosy big bedroom.

It is a nice quiet day. A nice have a nice nap on my comfy bed day. In the big bedroom. 

I am going to the make me beautiful store tomorrow. Very early in the morning. I am a bit too fury. 

It is scary going to the make me beautiful store. What would happen if Craig and Zita forgot where the store is. And could not find me. Oh dear. Oh dear. 

I have our very own telephone number on my collar. My friend Emmet would come to find me. Or Niamh. And take me back to my very own house. It is known.

Emmet is going to go to the make him all tidy store. He is too fury too. Not tomorrow. Just me tomorrow. 

Tonight is an everybody for dinner night. No universities. No dance a lot. Just all my family here. With me. That is right. It is known.

Day Eight Hundred and Twenty Nine

All the water is leaving my beautiful pond. It is because the way too cold winter will be here soon. And Merry Christmas time. Ha.

My friends the ducks will have to go on their vacation. The ducks need a nice pond full of water.  So they can sleep at night. Far away from nasty raccoons or scary wolves. Oh dear.

We saw it on our nice walk this morning.

I saw Zorro this morning. Zorro has very slow walks. Because he is old. Like Craig. We cannot go for fast walks with Craig. When you get old everything is slow. Like drinking your coffees in the morning. Before we play catch the ball. Oh well. 

The nice man who looks after the make the house warm machine came for a visit this morning. He has big dogs too. He has a farm. His big dogs look after all his cows. That is good. 

My family used to look after cows. A way long time ago. In France. Now we look after nice people. People do not smell a lot. Like cows. Cows do not give way nice dogs cheese treats. It is known.

They are making a movie on my street. Last night they put way big noisy trucks on my street. Right beside the other park where all the children play on the go very high in the air swings. 

I hope it is not a way too loud movie. Like Emmet's movies.

Maybe they will have a nice brave dog in the movie. That would be a good movie. It is known. 

Tonight is a busy night. Niamh has to teach and to learn new special dances at dance a lot. And Zita has to visit Mister Saint Paul's university tonight.

Day Eight Hundred and Twenty Eight

I got special cheese treats for my sing happy birthday dinner.  Craig and Emmet and Niamh and Zita sang the happy birthday song for me. Good for me.

My friend Zoe phoned from far away. Because it was my happy birthday night. She said happy birthday. Just for me. That was nice. 

Niamh almost forgot to feed the all by itself cat. Last night. Silly cats. 

We all got up late today. Because it is the thank you for everything holiday. Emmet always gets up way late. Ha. No toasts for Emmet. 

We had toasts after my nice walk. In the beautiful sunshine. Then I had to sit in the kitchen. By myself. Because of the squirrels. I hate squirrels. 

I am guarding the house tonight. By my self. All my family is going to have another thank you for everything dinner tonight. With the Mahoneys. At their house. 

Zita made her very special fill up the empty turkey stuff. Just for Mister Kiran. For the Mahoney's giant turkey.

It is not one of the smart turkeys who hide in the forest and make a Uncle Bill so unhappy. Just a regular turkey. 

Zita is going to bring the Mahoneys our used pumpkin pie. From our last night dinner. I do not eat pumpkin pies. They should make green bean pies. That would be good. 

Day Eight Hundred and Twenty Seven

It is my sing happy birthday to me day. Good for me.

We went for a nice walk in all the fallen down clouds this morning. To see my friends the ducks. They did not know it was my sing happy birthday day. Oh well.

We had lots of toasts this morning. That is good. 

Emmet and Niamh are still all asleep. It is a stay in bed Sunday for them. No schools tomorrow because it is the say thank you for all the good things day.

Our beautiful summer is all over. Zita took the special keep the silly flies outside door down. That means summer is over. Oh well. 

We are having a table sheet dinner tonight. Not a cheese party. We will have a cheese party tomorrow. With all the Mahoneys. We will have two thank you for everything turkey and pumpkin dinners. And cheese. The Mahoneys like cheese too. That is good.

Niamh is going to a hockey game this afternoon. We got free tickets. That is good. From the nice man who takes all the very pictures for the far away newspaper. 

When he visits he lives in Mister Bill's basement. He always gives us tickets. I do not go. Zita says I might chase the balls. She is right. Chasing balls is a good game. Not everybody wants to play the game with me. Oh well.

Craig's hockey team won last night. He was happy. That is good. Happy is nice.

There were squirrels sitting on my pumpkin. On my front steps. On my birthday. I got in trouble. That is not nice. I hate squirrels. 

Day Eight Hundred and Twenty Six

It is a nice Saturday. We got up late. Ha. Saturday is the day Craig has his old friends breakfast. 

No toasts today. We do not have toasts on Saturday. Oh well. 

We had a nice walk this morning. 

Niamh has to be all beautiful today. She has to have lots of pictures made. Of her. Toe dancing. I do not know why. 

Craig says she is always beautiful. Even when she steals his cosy shirts. It is true.

Zita's friend asked her to go to a sell beautiful pieces of cloth. To make beautiful clothes for Zita and Niamh and maybe me.  If I don't jump on the windows very much.

It is my sing happy birthday day soon. Maybe I will get special treats. And everyone will sing the happy birthday song. Just for me. 

It is the same day we have the thank you for all our very lovely families party. With the turkey and the pumpkin. Emmet told me. It is very true. 

Emmet knows these things. From his nice university. Where he can buy delicious donuts for his lunch.

Craig cleaned the windows again. Some times I make the windows a bit messy. With my nose. Oh well. 

We had to make the whole house spic and span. Because of the special thank you for everything dinner. I stayed in the living room. Zita said I was a big help. That is good.

Day Eight Hundred and Twenty Five

This morning there were squirrels all over Mister Bill's roof. Because Maggie Dog is at the nice lake house. For the pumpkin dinner party. The squirrels are scared of Maggie. She was not here. I barked and barked at them. They did not care. I hate squirrels.

Craig did not get up so early today. We did not have toasts. Just too much coffees. Oh well. 

Zita was in our beautiful garden all morning. Getting all the carrots and tomatoes into our house. Before the awful squirrels can steal them. Too bad for them ha.

Niamh and her dance a lot friends went downtown. On the smelly bus. To look at clothes. 

Her friend cannot go out at night. Because of the giant raccoons and the lions that only come out at night. That is good. We should stay in our cosy house at night. I can guard everybody when they are in our house. 

Niamh's friend does not have a brave dog to guard their house. Only a cat. Who gets lost. Ha. 

Emmet is almost all well today. Not too much cold at all. He went to his all about people a way long ago class. He says his very big book is not full of the truth. Oh well. Too bad for the book.

I had peanut butter sandwich pieces for lunch. With Craig. 

We had to put the make the house cosy warm machine on today. 

I did not see my friend Jamie today. Jamie likes the cold. He is a very fury dog. From way way up in the north. Right near to where Saint Santa lives. 

Jamie has never seen Saint Santa. Jamie does not live way up there. He lives here. Just around my watching corner and up the big hill.  Zorro lives there too. He is way fury too. He is very shy. The go fast chair scares him. Oh dear. 

I have not seen Saint Santa either. I just get his secret presents. At Merry Christmas time. That is good. 

Squirrels do not get secret presents from Saint Santa. Because they steal things. Ha. Too bad for them. 

Craig's hockey team did not win. Oh well. 

Day Eight Hundred and Twenty Four

We had a nice walk this morning. Not too early. And we had toasts. Just little toasts today. Oh well.

Everybody is busy today. Zita had a meeting with a lot of lady's who want to be rascals. Way downtown.

Craig and I played the throw the ball game. But not a lot. Oh well.

It is a windy day. Too windy. Pieces of trees fell down. Oh dear. I did not stay out in my side yard so long. I had a nap on my comfy bed.

Zita says my bed is not so comfy any more. Maybe Saint Santa will bring me a brand new one. Zita told me.

I still like my comfy bed. Maybe I can have two. Ha. Good for me.

Emmet is not so way too sick today. Craig drove him to his nice university. That is good. It is not nice to be sick. 

We went to the bank in the gold big car. I had to come home. Too much barking. I got in trouble. Oh dear. 

Tonight is Niamh's dance until way late night. Niamh loves to dance. I cannot help her dance. Just Emmet. Oh well.

Tomorrow Niamh has a no school today holiday tomorrow. Good for her. 

It is the big turky dinner very soon. I know. Because there are big and little pumpkins on my front steps. I have to guard them. Squirrels will eat pumpkins. Even when hey are mine. It is known.

Day Eight Hundred and Twenty Three

I guarded my friend Emmet all day. He still has his way too cold. He has to sleep in his comfy bed. Until he is all better. 

Uncle Bill had to stay in his bed too. 

Everybody went to the nice lunch to see the brand new baby. Except for Emmet and me. I was in charge. All day. Ha.

When Niamh goes to New York with all the dance a lot friends she will see the brand new baby. Again. That is where he lives. With a little dog. Because he is a little baby. And his mother and father. Right downtown. High high up in the sky. Like birds. 

There are no nasty squirrels high high up in the sky. Or way scary lions. But no beautiful vegetable gardens with my special green beans high high up in the sky. Oh well.

Niamh's leg is all better. That good. Her foot has a big cut. Oh dear. I saw it. It had a big bandage. I could not lick it. Too bad for her. 

We did not throw the ball yesterday. It was way too soggy. We only played throw the ball a bit today. Oh well. 

It was very dark and windy this afternoon. We went on our nice walk early. So we would not get blown up into the sky like ducks. Ha.

Mister Bill is making his fence not to fall down. He has very loud machines. It is a bit scary. Craig comes out with me. That is good. He is not scared of the loud machines. Or thunder. He said he is too old to be scared by loud things. Zita said he just cannot hear them very well. Ha.

Day Eight Hundred and Twenty Two

Poor Emmet still has a too sore throat. He is not going to his nice university today. He is going to sleep all day in his comfy bedroom. Zita made him Irish tea. And pastas. 

After lunch I will go down and have a sleep on his bed. To make him all better. 

Niamh made her own dinner last night. The pancakes burnt all up. We had to open the windows. Oh well. Craig had Scotsman's porridge for his dinner. Niamh did not want any. Niamh does not like Scotsman's porridge. Ha. Too bad for him.

It was a very rainy day. We went for a nice walk before it was all too soggy. When we got home we had big toasts. At the watching window.

Today is Niamh's teach at her dance a lot place. She was practicing last night. In the living room. I tried to help. Niamh said I could not help. Just watch. That is not nice. I allways dance with my friend Emmet. He says I am a beautiful dancer. Just like him. Oh well. Too bad for her. 

Today is Zita's go to her new university until late at night day. She made everybodies dinner all ready. So they will not all starve to death. Or just eat cookies. Ha.

Craig's niece is going to visit. Tomorrow. From the new city. On an airplane. With her new little baby. To have lunch with everybody. At Craig's mother's place. I am not going. I will stay here to take care of my friend Emmet. He cannot go. Because of the too sore throat.  Ha.

Zita and I went to get nice bread and maybe croissants. At the very heavy bread store. In the gold big car. I will guard the car and the croissants. Ha. Good for me. 

Uncle Bill talked to Craig today. To see if my friend Emmet still had his nasty cold. 

Craig and Uncle Bill and Emmet are going to see a way loud movie. All about a very noisy tank. In the old sad war. When Emmet is not way too sick. They will eat too much popcorn.  It is known. Ha. 

Day Eight Hundred and Twenty One

We got up way early for our nice walk. Zita had a nice bath. To smell beautiful for her work.

Today is a ride the fast bicycle to the way downtown office day. To help the lady rascals get all elected. 

Craig says I am a rascal dog. I am not. I am a nice lady dog. He is just too stubborn. It is what happens when you get way old. Ha.

Emmet was up way early too. Before we had our toasts. He still has a sore throat. Zita made him some nice Irish tea. He went back downstairs to his comfy bed. To go to all asleep. That is good.

I cannot bark when Emmet is sick and all asleep. He would hear me. And wake up. Too bad for me. 

Craig and I had old pizza for lunch. Craig was going to make Scotsman porridge. He changed his mind. That is good. You cannot share Scotsman porridge. Ha. 

Craig has another new book. He is a Scotsman again. Fighting to be his own king. With a giant sword and a friend who takes care of all his nice dogs. And his way noisy bagpipes. This is a good book. It is known. You cannot hear the noisy bagpipes in a book. That is good. 

Niamh has a sore leg. From dance a lot. I did not know. I did not kiss it all better. Nobody told me. That is not right. How can I do my job if nobody tells me. Oh dear. 

Emmet has his way dangerous people class tonight. Until late. Craig will drive him. Because he has a sick throat. 

Day Eight Hundred and Twenty.

We had a long long long walk today. It is not a soggy day.

Zita and I were sad. Our cheese friends telephoned us. Mister Cheese friend's sister had to go to heaven. He is very sad. That is too bad.

I will talk to Saint Newton tonight. He can find her a nice dog to keep her company. A nice dog will show her where all the nice walks go. And all the nice table sheet restraurants. Dogs know all the things that people like. That will be good.

Our cheese friends are still going to come and visit us. In a while. I will be a big help. So he will not be too sad. I am a big help. If you are a bit too sad. 

Niamh and her dance friends watched a way too sad movie last night. They all cried. 

That is not a good movie. People should not watch sad movies. Or scary movies. Or way too loud movies. Just nice movies where everybody is happy at the end. And they have a nice dog. 

Emmet has Niamh's sore throat. He was up in the middle of the night. Making lots of noise. Making his Irish tea. And some honey. I knew who it was. I did not bark. Good for me.

There was a nasty squirrel on my beautiful patio. I did not jump on the window. I got a big cheese treat. Good for me.

Craig and Zita have to go to a nice store this afternoon. They do not have any more coffee for their coffees. Oh dear. That is not good. They will be grumpy. Ha. Too bad for them.

We had big toasts today. Craig made the toasts. He puts lots of jam on the toasts. That is good. He is a good toast maker. 

Craig shares his toasts. Zita and Emmet do not share. Niamh shares. But I have put my paw on her leg. Or she will forget. Oh well. Craig never forgets my toasts. Good for me.

Craig's hockey team won again last night. He was surprised again. Ha. 

Day Eight Hundred and Nineteen

Zita and I drove Niamh to dance a lot this morning. It is the all day at the dance a lot place today. 

Zita and I went to the make the tastey bread store. To get breakfast. We got scones. And cinimmon buns. And tastey bread. I guarded the car. I did not bark. Only a bit. Good for me.

We went for a long long walk this morning. To places I never saw before. On the other side of my very busy street. We walked under the beautiful bridge. 

We went to the big place where they are making all the new buildings. 

We got home when Craig made the coffees. No toasts today. Scone bits for me instead. Ha. 

I like scones. I do not have to pretend to be a Scotsman dog to eat scones. Craig told me. It is true.

Last night Craig's football team won. He was surprised. Ha. There were lots of people walking down my street. When the football game was all over. I tried not to bark. They were all very happy. 

Professor Jill came to visit this morning. For coffee time. After making music at the big tower church. Where the fast bats live. Jamie did not come. He was at home asleep. Zoro too. Oh well.

Last night Niamh told us she is on a way special roll. Not the kind you have for nice dinners. Another kind of roll. It is a present from her dance a lot school. Emmet had a roll too. And Zita at her old university. Craig did not get a roll. He told me. Too bad for him. I did not get a roll at my school either. Sometimes I forgot to listen. Oh well.

We do not care. We had scones instead. Ha.

It is a soggy day. Emmet came up to go for his nice walk and get his tall in a can ice tea. It was too soggy. We looked out the watching window instead. 

Soggy days are good have a nice nap days. It is known. Ha.

Day Eight Hundred and Eighteen

We had a beautiful walk today.

When we got home we had two toasts. Because Zita was going to starve to death. Oh dear. 

Emmet nearly forgot to get up for his nice university. Ha. Zita had to wake him all up. 

Uncle Bill came to visit. On his blue big motorcycle.

Uncle Bill and Zita went for a ride on the blue big motorcycle. For a long time. For lunch at the famous swan potato restaurant. Way far from our house. Beside the other river.  Not our nice canal river. 

Zita took Emmet's beautiful leather jacket so she would not freeze to death. She found lots of money in the pockets. Ha. Silly Emmet. 

Craig and Zita are going out to the nice restaurant on the very busy street. For a nice dinner. I will stay here. Because I am in charge. Ha.

Niamh and her dance friend are going to have Mister Tony's pizza for their dinner. That is good. Emmet will eat in the basement. With his friends from way far away all over. 

We had a nice walk this afternoon. We stopped at my other pond. To see my friends the ducks. I sat on the big bench with Zita. So I could see all the nasty squirrels in the trees. And guard her. I hate squirrels. 

Day Eight Hundred and Seventeen

We had a long walk in the beautiful sunshine this morning. Jamie did not come with us. He was still asleep. Ha.

I almost fell off the bed last night. I was dreaming. I was running way fast. I do not know why. Craig and Zita laughed. That is not nice. I do not laugh at them when they make loud snoring noises. And wake me up. Too bad for me.

Dogs are nicer than people. Oh well.

It is Maggie Dog's sing happy birthday day. She lives beside us. She is way older than me. Maggie hates squirrels. That is good.

Zita is at our house today. Working. She has a meeting tonight. At Emmet's nice university. I will be in charge. I am always in charge when Zita is not here. Or Craig. 

We are getting new do not get stuck in the snow tires for the gold big car. I heard Craig. He was talking to Mister Bill. He lives next door. With Maggie Dog. He can have the old tires for his house on the lake. I do not know why. Houses do not need tires. Oh well.

I heard Zita say we are nearly out of the special just for pasta cheese. Oh dear. Too bad for me. It is my favourite cheese. There are always little pieces under the dinning room table. After pastas. Ha. 

Craig is going to drive my friend Emmet to his nice university today. And wait for him. It is not a long day at the university. Only time for one tea from Mister Horton's nice store. Craig will take his book.

Craig is a nurse. In the war nobody wanted. She lost her patient. Oh dear. That is not good. She has to find him. She does not have a nice dog to help her. Too bad for her. It will be a long book. Without a dog to help. It is known.

Everybody was way busy this afternoon. Craig almost forgot my dinner. I did not have my dinner until Niamh had to go to dance a lot. Oh dear. 

Oh well.

Day Eight Hundred and Sixteen

We had a nice walk this morning. With my friend Jamie. We went to his house. I waited for him and Professor Jill. At the gate. She teaches all about old people and old times at Emmet's nice university. People way older than Craig. She taught Emmet all about the broken house war. 

She does not teach Emmet now. So Jamie and I can talk about Emmet now. That is good. 

We had toasts when we got home. Only one toasts today. Oh well.

Zita drove her fast bicycle to the way downtown office today.  

Craig had to go to the dentists today. He should ask Zita to brush his teeth too. I have tasty chicken toothpaste. Ha.

When Craig was at the dentist I guarded the house. Emmet was still fast fast asleep. Ha. That is why I am always in charge. It is known.

I got peanut butter treats for being in charge. Ha. 

Niamh has a sore foot. Where the door squished it. She went to her dance a lot school anyway. 

Niamh and Craig had to watch a scary movie. For Niamh's school. People looking for a scary treasure. It had lots of giant spiders and snakes. 

I did not watch it. I had a nice nap in the big bedroom. All by my self. No scary snakes or giant spiders. Just me. And my blue bouncy ball. And my beautiful summer duvet. With all the flowers on it. Good for me. 

Zita came home from her new university and we all went to our comfy beds. 

There was a nasty squirrel on my beautiful patio this afternoon. It would not go away. Emmet came up from his comfy basement room. He scared it away. He did not hit it with a sword. Oh well. 

Craig told me today is the whole day just for black dogs. Just like me. I did not get a secret present. Oh well. Just a nice hug. And some treats.