Day Six Hundred and Twenty Two

I had a nice day. Just a bit soggy day.

No noisy move the snow machines today. That is good.

Craig and I had our toasts early today. 

Craig took Emmet to his university.  Today is the day Emmet argues with silly people. It makes him sad sometimes. They are not very good listeners Emmet says. They do not not read all the stories they are supposed to. Oh dear. Too bad for them. 

Not everyone at university wants to learn new things Emmet says. Too bad for them. Ha. They will not get to go to new universities in way far away. And learn all about the way old Gods. And nice old kings with lots of cows. And red hands. It is known.

Zita is giving another big talk at her old university tonight. I helped her write her talk so she can remember it all by herself. I was a big help.

Zita said I am going to go to the make me beautiful store sometime soon. I am too fury. When I am not so fury I am not so much of a soggy dog. That is good.

We went to the stores on the busy street. To buy things in a bag. We went to the store where nice dogs get treats. I got a treat. Ha.

I like going to the stores. I am always a big help. I just sit and I never bark. Then I get treats. That is good. 

Niamh's new bed is very beautiful. And comfy. I had a nice little nap on it this morning.

Day Six Hundred and Twenty One

Craig was wrong.  Again. Winter did not go away. More way too much snow last night. Too bad for him. Craig is afraid of too much snow.

Yesterday he had to take the red go fast chair all apart. It was making squeaky noises because of the too much snow. He was very dirty. Ha. 

Jamie and I went for a walk. I got too much snow in my feet I had to come home.  I stayed in my yard to help Zita push all the snow far away. 

I had to have a bath. Too much icy snow on my feet. It would not melt off me. Oh dear. 

I did not have my breakfast until way late. Oh well. Craig and I had our toasts before my breakfast. Ha.

We put Niamh's brand new bed together last night. It is empty. Oh dear. She had to sleep on the floor again. Oh dear.

Uncle Bill is brought his big truck to be a big help and bring the insides of the bed to Niamh. That is good. It is a beautiful bed. It is all white. It is big enough for me too. That is good. 

Niamh does not have a beautiful stripy red duvet. I do. Ha 

We put all in insides on the bed. It is very high. Not too high for me. 

Emmet and Zita and Uncle Bill had Irish tea. Craig had coffee because he is not Irish. Craig is a pretend Scotsman.  Ha. Everybody had sandwiches. Not me. Oh well. Too bad for me.

There were a lot of the noisy nasty take the snow off the sidewalk machines on my street. I hate those machines. They do not care. Too bad for me. Oh well.

Day Six Hundred and Twenty

I am not having a very good day. 

Very early in the morning we took Niamh to the make me beautiful store and I barked way too much. 

We went for a long walk with my friend Jamie. When we went to the nice garden and I did not listen very well. Zita said I was not a good listener at all. I had to go home. Oh dear.

I lost my Red Ball down the scary basement stairs. No one would get it for me. I was in trouble. Oh well.

I stayed on my comfy bed in the kitchen all morning. It is hard being a dog. 

The big black tube is still in my side yard. I hate the big black tube. It makes scary noises. 

We are having a little cheese party tonight. Maybe I will not be invited. Because I was a not very good listener. Oh dear. 

Niamh and Zita went to the not too much money breakfast store to look for a new bed. They do not make the nice bed she wanted any more. Oh dear. Maybe Niamh will have to sleep on the floor for ever.  If she gets too cold she can share my comfy bed. It is known. 

I got green bean treats for lunch. Zita forgot about the not very good listening. That is good. 

Craig told me that winter is over. He is wrong. My nice patio is full of snow. You only have snow in winter. Too bad for him. Ha.

Day Six Hundred and Nineteen

Today is a way too early in the morning day. It is a very wet day. We had toasts. Before everything. Ha. 

Craig drove Emmet and Niamh this morning. It is raining. No snow today. Just wet rain.

When Craig was away Zita and I went for a wet walk. We met my friend Jamie. In the rain. That is nice.

When Craig got home we had more toasts. Two toasts today. Ha. 

We did not have croissants. Emmet ate them all. Oh well. Too bad for me.

It was not a busy day today. Just a nice resty day.

We had to get the big tubs to catch the too much rain. From the roof. The ground is still all frozen. Oh dear.

And the big black tube is in my side yard again. I do not like it at all.

Zita and Niamh are going out for dinner. At a special nice restraurent. No too many chips at this restraurent Zita said. Niamh and Zita are going to a beautiful toe dance. At the very big theatre where the special nice restraurent is. It is a treat for them. That is good. I like treats. 

Craig and Emmet will have a make it your self pizza for dinner. I will guard them. Maybe I will find an extra piece.

Day Six Hundred and Eighteen.

Craig drove Niamh to her school today. Niamh has a big big test today. Oh dear. 

I do not like tests. I did not have very good tests when I went to my school when I was way little. They were silly tests. Too bad for them. Zita and Craig did not care. Ha. 

Zita and I had a nice walk. I waited for Craig to come home. Outside. On my corner.

When Craig came home we had our toasts. That is good.

Zita has to make a long long speech tonight at Mr. Saint Paul's University. We practiced it in the den.  A lot. I can get on the sofa in the den. It is very comfy. But I get way too hot. Then I sleep on the nice soft rug from way far way. I was a big help. That is good.

Zita went to the nice food store. She came home with cheese and croissants. We will have croissants for toasts tomorrow. That is good. I like croissants. With French jam. Ha. 

Niamh is going out for dinner to night. With her dance friends. To eat food nobody cooked. Oh dear. She should eat Mr. Tony's pizza. He allways cooks it. It is known. I get little pieces sometimes. Not all the time. Oh well. 

Everybody went to another pizza store last night for dinner.  Where Craig used to go when he was not so way old. I will not tell Mr. Tony. He would be sad. Oh dear.

Only me and Craig and Emmet will have dinner here tonight. Oh well. They will have cheese and peanut butter sandwiches. Ha. 

Craig's television program all about Vikings is on tonight. It is very scary. I do not think I would like to Vikings on my street. It is known. 

Day Six Hundred and Seventeen

I had a nice quiet day. We had a long walk in the cold. I am tired of the way too cold.

When we came home we had toasts. Craig and Zita had coffee. Dogs do not drink coffee. Or Irish tea. Oh well. 

I helped Zita with her important papers for her new university. All morning. My friend Casey is next door today. Casey is a mountain dog. He is very big. He sleeps in the snow. I do not sleep in the snow. I sleep on my comfy new duvet. Ha.

Everybody is going out for dinner tonight. I am not going. I am staying here to guard the house. I will get treats. Because I am a good guard dog. Everybody says so. Ha. 

My basement is empty. No more chairs everywhere. No boxes and boxes. No lots of rugs or little tables. More room for me. Ha. 

Niamh has to sleep on the floor. Gramma took back her big comfy bed. Oh dear. Too bad for her.

It is easy to jump on her bed. Too bad for her. Ha. 

Emmet is taking more classes in the summer. All about old old peoples and more way old forgotten Gods. Emmet remembers them. He does not forget them. That is good. I would not forget Saint Newton. It is known.

Emmet likes to go to his university. A lot. It is known. They have donuts at his university. And comfy chairs. That is good.

Emmet has to get a new bookcase. Gramma took his old one. All the so so many books are back on the floor just like before. Oh well. 

Day Six Hundred and Sixteen

I had another very busy day.  I had a nice walk with my friend Jamie. That is good. 

I had two toasts today. After my walk. Ha

The big truck came to get all the chairs from the basement. And the rugs.  And the nice chair in the living room.  And poor Niamh's big comfy bed. They took them all away. To Craig's mother's new rooms. I did not bark way too much. Only a bit. 

Now Niamh has to sleep on the floor. Oh dear. 

Then Craig and Paul had to go over to put everything back together in the new rooms.

Craig's sister was there.  With her dog. Her dog is named Sunny. Craig said Sunny is a very quiet and shy dog. He did not bark at all. He had a long nap in the corner. Behind a chair. 

Sunny is a not so big as me dog. He is a Scotsman dog. From the little islands. Not like Uncle Bill's island. There do not have giant sharks in the little islands. Just rocks. And Scotsmen. And porridge. Ha.

I stayed here to help Zita with her big, very big paper for Mr. Saint Paul's University. On my new red stripy duvet. And guard the house. And Emmet. 

Niamh's dance a lot friend got out of the hospital. That is good. She did not like the hospital either. 

She came to my house this afternoon. That is good. She and Niamh went downtown shopping. To buy the same clothes. Ha. Silly people.

Niamh is going to get a brand new bed. Big enough for me too. She told me so. Ha. 

Craig's hockey team won last night. I did not care. I was having a nice nap.

Day Six Hundred and Fifteen

I had a busy day. I had a long long walk. We went down my favourite streets. It is still so cold my nose gets all frosty. Oh well

Zita went to my Dr. Smith's to get my good for my tummy food. That is good.

Tomorrow Craig's mother is moving to another room. She is taking all the chairs and tables she left in our basement. Nice people are coming with a big truck to take them away. I cannot bark at them Zita said. Oh dear. 

We cleaned the whole house all up. I was a big help. 

I got a new cosy duvet for the very big bed. It is red. That is good. 

Two of the noisy little snow moving machines stopped on my corner and stayed there. I barked and barked. They did not care. Oh dear.

Craig's sister is coming to help move all the chairs. She is bringing her dog with her. I do not know her dog. Niamh says it is a nice dog. It is a shy dog. Not so big as me.

Zita and I went to our newspaper's office on our walk. I was was very good. I just pretended I was a stature of a very nice and quiet dog. We did not stay so long. They do not have any treats for nice dogs. Oh well. 

Day Six Hundred and Fourteen

It is cold again today. Silly weather. I had a nice walk. It is not a soggy dog day. That is good. 

Zita went to see Mr Saint Paul's again. All day. I had a nice nap.

Craig is a pretend Scotsman again. He had porridge for his breakfast. No toasts. Too bad for me. Oh well.

Emmet is writing all about how an old war started because people wanted to believe nasty people would not be nasty. People are silly. 

Dogs know if you are a nasty person we will bark at you. Until you go away. We would not write nice letters to them. That is why dogs are way better at guarding than people. It is known.

Niamh and her dance a lot friends went to Emmet's university to go swimming. In the way too cold. They will be ladycicles. Ha.

We played throw the Red Ball a lot today. There is no too much snow in the side yard. That is good. Craig is not afraid of the empty yard. Ha. 

Last night I got frozen peas as a treat. I love frozen peas. It is known. We are having green beans for dinner tonight. Ha. It is a good night. 

Day Six Hundred and Thirteen

We have a nasty day outside. More way too much snow. Again. We only had a short walk. It is hard walking in the way too much snow.

Today Zita's has to go to her new university all day. And tomorrow too. In the way too much snow. Oh dear. I am in charge. Ha. 

The cars are not stopping at my corner. Too much snow. They will have a crash. And fall into my pond. Silly cars. They will be sad. 

Craig did not go to his breakfast today. Too much snow.

Niamh had to get up early to go to the make me beautiful store. It was not the right day. Oh dear. Craig told her the wrong day. Oh dear. Silly Craig.

Poor Niamh had to go to the expensive coffee store and have nice cookies for breakfast. I could not go. Oh well.

Craig will not go out to play throw my Red a Ball. He is afraid of the too much snow. Too bad for me. Oh well. I had a nice nap.

Niamh and Emily and Cara took all the snow away from my side yard. So I can play throw the Red Ball. That is good. And from the driveway so the poor cars will not get stuck in the way too much snow.

Niamh and Cara and Emily and I had a snow ball fight. I won. Ha. I had to stay in the kitchen until I was all dry. Oh well. 

There were a lot of the noisy move the snow machines on my street. They are very scary. They take the snow all away. I do not know where they put it. Maybe way far away Ireland. They do not have snow. 

I have a lots and lots of snow on my front yard and on my favourite patio. Where my flowers live. They might try to take it all away. And my house too. I bark at them. They do not care. Too bad for me. 

Zita and Craig say I bark too much at the noisy machines. They would be sad if the noisy machines took away our house. It would be my fault. Too bad for me.

It is hard being a dog. 

Day Six Hundred and Twelve

We had a nice quick walk this morning. I helped move the cars. Twice. I was a big help.

When everybody left I was in charge of guarding the house. By myself. Ha.

It is still very wet outside. I am a soggy dog.

Uncle Bill came over to drink his Irish tea. He was far away for a long time. He said I was a lot more fury. That is true.

He was not eaten by the giant sharks. That is good.

He was not in the water with the sharks. He was in the kitchen. On the way far away island. With no way too much snow. They had a house with a very big kitchen. With a very big stove. Uncle Bill likes to cook. That is good. He makes own made sausages.

He is back home now. With his big truck. Ha.

Niamh has to take care of a nasty cat. They pay Niamh real money to take care of a cat. Ha. Silly cats.

Tonight Niamh is going to another house to take care of a little girl. For more real money.

Niamh needs real money. She is going to way far away Ireland again. In the summer. After dance a lot school is over. To visit her cousins. And watch the rain. Ireland is soggy. Emmet told me.

Ice cream is way expensive in way far away. Niamh has to have lots of money to buy ice creams for everybody. And more clothes. And silly shoes. Ha.

Emmet is not going to way far away this time. He has to learn all about more very old things. And way way old people. And old old Kings. At his university.

I will stay here and guard him. I am a good guard. I just bark too much sometimes. Oh well.

Day Six Hundred and Eleven

We had to get the big black tube out. To put the too much melting water on my street. I hate the big black tube.

It is a nasty day. Too wet. Too cold. I am a soggy dog again.

The move the snow machines came in the middle of the night. They startled me. I barked at them. And got in trouble. Oh well. 

Craig drove Niamh to her school. She is feeling better. Just sore and tired. 

Zita is at her Mr. Saint Paul's University tonight. Craig and Emmet and Niamh will have to make dinner. Ha. They have to have not-peanut-butter-sandwiches. Or I will tell Zita. I am in charge. Zita told me so.

I almost starved to death tonight. Oh dear. Oh dear. 

When Craig brought Emmet home from his university he forgot to give me my dinner. I stared and stared at him. I sat right in front of him and did not move. He forgot. It is because he is old.

He remembered. Before I starved. That is good. 

Uncle Bill is still hiding from the sharks. He is old too.

Day Six Hundred and Ten

Another busy day. It is a way early day. Zita has to drive Niamh and Julia to the know everything about the scary forest class. It is way too early in the morning. 

Emmet did not go to his way too early class all about the way way old kings. His tummy is still sick.

Craig and I looked out the watching window. For a long time. Then we put everything away in the kitchen. I was a big help.

Zita and I went for a very fast walk. I am a fast walker. Ha. Except when there is the way too much snow. 

When came home we had our toasts. We did not look out the watching window. Zita has lots and lots to write for Mr. Saint Paul. I was very busy helping. On my comfy duvet. 

Craig drove Emmet to the make me beautiful store. He is not so fury now. Ha.

Craig and Zita took the try me go fast chair back. Craig told the nice man how the new go fast chair should be made. It will be red. Ha. Just for me. Ha.  

The newspaper said porridge is good for people. Craig is very happy. Silly Craig. Porridge is for the very big horses to eat. Ha. Craig still thinks he is a Scotsman. Scotsmen have to eat porridge.  It is known. 

He should just eat croissants like me. 

Emmet eats all the chocolate croissants in my house. I cannot not eat chocolate croissants. They would make me sick. Oh dear.  I just eat the pointy ends of nice croissants. With jam. Ha 

Day Six Hundred and Nine

I had to sleep on Niamh's bed last night. She has a sick tummy. It helps her feel better if I sleep on her bed. Everybody says so. 

Craig drove Niamh only to a little bit of school. A famous dancer was visiting her toe dancing class. To teach them. Special dances. 

Craig drove her home and she went back to bed. Oh dear. 

Zita and I went for a long walk when Craig was away.  But no toasts today. Too bad for me.

Last night Niamh was in the try me go fast chair. That is not right. Things should be right. That is my job. Keeping things right. It is hard being a dog. In this house. Too many changes. Oh dear.

Craig drove Emmet to his university this afternoon. His tummy is sore too. Oh dear. I will have to sleep on his bed too. Emmet has nice comfy pillows on his bed. Ha.

Emmet and Niamh have the same sick tummy. I will have a busy night. It is known.

Craig has to have a bath tonight. Ha. Soggy Craig. 

Zita said Emmet looks just like me. He has to go to the make me beautiful store tomorrow. He is way too fury. Ha. 

Day Six Hundred and Eight

Zita and I had a nice walk. In the way too cold. The was no flappy ears wind today. 

We had little toasts today. Oh well.

Zita drove Niamh to school because of the too cold. 

Niamh had to come home after lunch. She had a sick tummy this morning. It did not get better. Zita took the gold big car to get her at the dance a lot school. Then she went to sleep on her big comfy bed.

Emmet has a sore tummy too. He did not stay at his university all day. Oh dear.

I stayed here to guard Craig and Emmet. My tummy is fine. That is good.

It is Saint Patrick's Day. When people pretend to be Irish. I do not pretend. I am not Irish. Niamh told me I am from Flanders. In way far away France. Where they have lots and lots of very good croissants. That is why I like the pointy ends of croissants. And green beans. Because I am from France. It is known.

I cannot bark in French. A long time ago Emmet tried to teach me how to bark in Irish. It did not work. I can still only bark in dog. Oh well. 

I asked Saint Newton to sing the happy birthday song to Saint Patrick for me. Saint Patrick was not Irish either.  Ha. He did not have a red little book. Like Zita and Emmet and Niamh. 

People are silly. Ha.