Day Eight Hundred and Seventy Six

I went for a nice car ride last night. Instead of my nice walk. I love car rides. 

Now I have steps to get up on to our cosy bed. That is nice. We had a nice sleep in today. Because it is Sunday. 

Niamh hurt her foot last night at dance a lot. Too many hurts Zita said. That is true. It is good she is going to Zita's fix your sore body friend tomorrow. 

Craig and I had toasts this morning. No jam today. Oh well. 

Uncle Bill came over to see my not all right knee. That is nice. 

He had Irish tea and cookies in the dinning room. With all of us. Except for Niamh. She has lots of stories to write for her school. Uncle Bill told stories. Funny stories. Uncle Bill always tells funny stories. Everybody laughs. That is good.

We had pancakes for our almost lunch. I had a nice nap. Naps are good for you when you are not all right. It is known.

Niamh and all her friends from the dance a lot school are going to New York City. To sleep. At a nice hotel. With big comfy pillows. And to see lots of dances. On giant stages. And learn brand new dances. With famous people to show them how. 

I cannot go. They are going on a nice big bus. With a bathroom. Dogs cannot go on those busses. Oh well. 

Craig is going to watch the big football game today. To see who is the best. Oh well. Maybe I will watch. On my new comfy red bed. Ha. 

Day Eight Hundred and Seventy Five

Oh dear me. I almost tore my knee off. I cannot go for my nice walks with Zita. Until way after Merry Christmas time. Oh dear. Oh dear. 

She will not go for walks by herself. Because I will not be there to guard her. 

I went to my nice Doctor last night. Because of my sore leg. He looked at my sore leg for a long time. He said I have hurt my knee. He said oh dear too.

He told me that I cannot jump up on things. Like Niamh's tall bed. Or the blue sofa. Or jump up on my watching window. Or my knee will not get better. Oh dear. Oh dear. 

Zita was a bit upset. I could tell. Me too. Too bad for us. 

He gave Zita medicine for my knee. 

Craig told me my knee is just like his shoulder. The one that does not work so very well anymore. Oh dear.

Craig told me I will be fine. Soon. My knee will get all better. I will be better than him. Because I am not so old. Craig is way old. Like Uncle Bill. 

Craig says I will have to have a nice quiet time for a while. While I get all better. He had to stay in the house for a long time when he was not all right. I could not help him. It was before I came to live with my nice family. Too bad for him.

He said all my family will all help me to have a nice quiet time. That is what families do. Help you when you are not all right. It is known. 

Craig said I might get special presents from Saint Santa because I am not so all right. Emmet got a brand new little for music computer when he was not all right. 

I will not get a little computer. They are not for dogs. Maybe I will get lots of special French cheese treats from nice Mister Nicastro's smelly cheese store. Or frozen peas. That would be nice. 

After Zita drove Niamh to dance a lot she is going to the fix it store to make me a big step. So I will not have to jump up onto our comfy bed. Because of my sore knee. Oh well.

I got a new comfy bed for the den. Because I cannot jump onto the blue sofa anymore. It is red. That is nice.

Day Eight Hundred and Seventy Four

I went for a little walk this morning. After Zita drove Niamh to dance a lot school. 

Niamh hurt her shoulder last night a practice a lot. She had to have the hot pillow. To go all fast asleep. Oh dear.  

She is going to see Zita's make your body all better friend. She makes you play with giant rubber bands. She is very fierce. It is known. 

After our little walk we had toasts. With jam. 

Today is Emmet's stay at university for a long time day. Zita drove him to his nice university early. So he could get his Mister Horton's donuts. 

Zita went to a nice restraurent for her lunch with a lady friend. I guarded Craig. We played roll the ball. Just a bit. That is good. 

Craig and I had a big peanut butter and jam sandwich for lunch. I always get the extra end pieces. Ha. 

We had a little bit of blow all around snow. It all went away. That is good. 

It is too soon for snow. Snow is only good after Niamh and Emmet's sing happy birthday day. It is known.

Emmet came home all by himself. He did not go to his everybody talk about why people are people. He said the talks make him way tired. 

Emmet says they all think they know all the stories all by themselves. And only their stories are right. Because they just started at the nice university. Oh well. 

A very big secret present box came today. Then Craig wrapped secret present books to send to far away. For Saint Santa's day. Ha. I get presents on Saint Santa's day too. Good for me. 

Day Eight Hundred and Seventy Three

We had a nice quiet day. That is good.

Zita drove Niamh to her dance a lot school. So she could have a sleep in. I was very quiet.

We had two toasts today. 

I helped Zita with all her way important telephone talks to far away people. I am a big help.

Today Craig was reading on his other little flat computer. In the den. Now he is another lady detective. She lives in her very own church. A long time ago. In way far away England. She has a cat. Oh well. 

Cats cannot help detectives find nasty people. They do not care who is nasty. Too bad for them.

My friend Mister Paul is going to visit his cousin. In France. His cousin has a real castle. It is way old. In the nice and warm part of far away France. Maybe it has ghosts. Old castles have ghosts. Ha. I am from France. I am not afraid of ghosts. Too bad for them.

In France you can have all the croissants you want for your breakfasts. It is the law. Nobody says all gone Poppy in France. I love croissants and jam for breakfast. It is known.

Zita and I went for a little walk this afternoon. So I could smell all the winds blowing by my house. 

The present man came again today. I did not bark at him today. Good for me. 

It will be Emmet and Niamh's sing happy birthday day soon. We always have a nice party that day. With lots of tasty cheese. 

Day Eight Hundred and Seventy Two

I had a short walk today. Not so far. My leg is still store. Oh dear.

I am going to see my nice doctor. In a couple of days.

I cannot play catch the ball with a sore leg. Craig said so. Oh dear. 

We had bagel toasts today. With jam. Just regular jam. Not the nice French jam. Oh well.

Today is an everybody stays at home night. That is good. I like to know where everybody is. Then I am happy. It is known.

I watched the hockey game last night. In the den. On the comfy blue sofa. For a little while. Hockey is not so very interesting. Craig's team won. Ha.

Niamh could not come home for dinner last night. Too much dance a lot work. Oh dear. 

When Niamh and Zita got home we did not have any nice ice cream. To make tasty milkshakes. Just tooth paste ice cream. Oh dear.

They went out way late to get the good ice cream. To make a milkshake for Niamh. So she would feel better. I do not know why we had tooth paste ice cream. My tooth paste tastes like chicken. Ha. 

I did not go with them. I stayed here to guard Craig and Emmet. Oh well.

Zita has to stay late at the way small office.To fix things. I do not know what broke.

She said we will eat like French people. Late at night. I am French. I do not like to eat at late. I like to eat at dinner time.That is why it is dinner time. It is known. Ha.

Day Eight Hundred and Seventy One

We did not go for a nice walk again. My leg is all better. Nearly. Zita said that I have to wait a bit more time. Until she thinks I am all better. Oh well.

Craig and I go in the side yard. Just so I can smell all what is going on in my neighbourhood. We do not play catch the ball. Oh well.

Mister Kyle the fix things man and his friend came to make the beautiful patio all safe for Craig's go fast chair. So it won't fall off and get stuck in the stones. Before the too much snow comes. I did not bark at all. Good for me.

Craig and Zita and I cleaned our roof. Where the nasty squirrels put all the leaves on our house. Zita used the shiny ladder. And a big brush. 

Tonight is Zita's Mister Saint Paul's University stay until late night. She had to write a not a story for tonight. Just a big list of interesting stories. Not by her. She was very busy.

Niamh and Emmet are writing way interesting stories too. They told me so. Niamh has to write all about old movies. Niamh loves old movies. Even the ones with no colours at all. 

Craig writes all my stories for me. That is good.

Emmet has to write another story all about dangerous people. In long time ago way far away Ireland. He is telling a story all about his great Uncle Joe. And Joe's friend big Michael. They are in Emmet's books. He told me. With way old pictures. 

Craig's hockey tram lost last night. They are going to try again tonight. Oh well.

We got way big presents last night. All tied up with string. From way far away Ireland. The nice present man brought them. He has never been to way far away Ireland. Me either. Oh well. 

Niamh and Emmet like the all tied up with string presents. Especially the string.

We moved the cars a lot today. I helped. Every time. That is good. I am the best move the car helper in the whole world. Zita told me. Ha. 

Day Eight Hundred and Seventy

We nearly had almost a hot day. When I got up all the way too soon snow is all gone. Good for us.

Niamh won a big prize at her dance a lot special learn lots of new dance things weekend. For being the best dancer ever. That is good.

She was way tired this morning. I did not jump on her bed to get her up. My leg is still a bit sore.

We did not go for our nice walk this morning. You cannot go for nice walks when you have a sore leg. Or it will not get all better for ever. It is known. 

If your leg does not get better you have to have a go fast chair. Like Craig. Oh dear I would not like that. The go fast chair is not so fast. 

Craig and I had tasty croissants instead of my walk. With the special from far away France jam. Ha.

Zita had to talk to a nice lady on the telephone early this morning. I was a big help on my cosy duvet. I did not bark once. I just snored a bit Zita told me. Oh well.

Emmet is still writing his story all about the names people have for other people. It is not so interesting to me. It is just about people. I like the stories about the old Gods more. Or the stories all about famous dead kings. With lots of horses. Or elephants. Those are good stories for dogs.

Emmet has to go to his dangerous people class tonight. And Niamh is a teaching helper tonight. It is a busy night. It is known.

There were lots of awful squirrels on my patio this afternoon. Emmet had to a chase them all away. Before I got into big trouble. Oh well.

I had to stay at my watching window. Or they would come back. I hate squirrels. It is known.  It is way windy today. We did not play catch the ball. Oh well. Maybe tomorrow. 

A policeman's car caught a silly person who did not want to stop at my corner. Sometimes those silly cars fall right into my pond. Too bad for them. The policeman's car has lots of flashy lights. Oh dear. I do not like flashy lights. 

I did not bark. It was a policeman's car. Uncle Bill was a policeman. Before he was a turkey chaser. And got his big truck. And went to far away places with good food. And comfy hotels. And lions. Ha. 

Day Eight Hundred and Sixty Nine

We all slept in today. Because it is Sunday. 

Except for Emmet. He always sleeps in. Because he goes to sleep way too late. Too bad for him. He does not get toasts in the morning. Like me. Ha. 

Craig had to watch his cars race. I kept him company on the big comfy bed. So he would not forget to get out of bed. 

We did not throw the ball too much today. I am a bit sore. Like Craig's shoulders. It is my back leg. Not my shoulder. Oh well. 

I went in the car to get our for lunch bagels. That is good. I guarded the bagels. Ha. So squirrels can not get in my car. And eat all our nice bagels. Ha.

Niamh is not here. She stayed all night at the dance a lot place. With all her dance a lot friends. To eat lots of Chinese food. And watch a movie. 

So she cannot have the tasty bagels with us. She will be sorry. Too bad for her.

I had lots of nice rests today. To make my sore leg all better. Emmet came up from the scary basement. He sat on my comfy bed with me. That is nice. 

Zita had to go shopping with Doctor Susan. Because it will be Saint Santa's day in not so long. Ha.

Craig is watched the long football game. Not his team. It is not playing now. Oh well. I had a nice nap on the blue couch. 

Day Eight Hundred and Sixty Eight

It is an all day Saturday. We did not have a nice sleep in today. Oh well. 

Niamh had to get up early. It is a special teaching dance day. At her dance a lot place. A way famous dancer is going to teach them all day. And tomorrow too. She was very excited. Ha. 

Niamh got home way late last night. When I was all asleep. Because she had to watch her friend Sara sing. She had to wake me up to tell me all about it. I know Sara too. Sometimes she has her dinner here. I went back to sleep. On my comfy bed. 

Saturday is the day goes to his old friends breakfast. Zita and I walked with him. So he would not get lost. He is very slow. The go fast chair is not so fast as me. And Zita. We are fast walkers. It is known. 

Zita had to go to a wear nice clothes tea party this afternoon. With lots of ladies. Who want to be rascals. 

They will have tea and lots of chocolates. That is what nice ladies have at tea parties. And way too small sandwiches. They do not have oatmeal cookies. So Craig cannot go. Ha. 

It is a rainy afternoon. All the snow will go all away. Craig will like that. He is scared of the snow. Ha.

He is watching the hockey game. In the afternoon. That is not right. Hockey is an at night time game. With cookies and too much coffee. Oh well. 

I had a nice nap. On the blue sofa. With the comfy pillows. 

Day Eight Hundred and Sixty Seven

Niamh and I had a nice walk this morning. Before our toasts. My nose got a bit stuck on the stop sign. And Niamh's hair froze all stick straight out. Because of the way too cold. Oh dear. 

It is a make the house all spic and span day. 

Niamh went to her way too expensive coffee store to do her write a lot homework. Craig said Ha. I did not say anything. That is good.

Craig and Zita cleaned everything. In the whole house. Except me. Even all the little little Roman soldiers. They live on the tall shelves in the dinning room. They do not have elephants. Too bad for them. Only the Punics have big fierce elephants. Ha.

We had guests for lunch. Nobody dropped any cheese. Oh well. Too bad for me.

Niamh is going out tonight to see her friend Sara sing on another giant stage. Sara is not a dance a lot friend. She sings a lot. Sara has lots of silly shoes. Ha.

Today was Emmet's spend all day at his nice university day. He said everybody in his class wanted to talk about themselves. In his why people are people class. They were not very interesting. Oh well. 

Emmet did not say anything. Next time he could tell stories all about me. And how I guard the house. That would be interesting. It is known. 

Everybody from way far away Ireland called to see if we had the way too much snow. Only the buffalos have the way too much snow. Buffalos are very very fury. I saw them on the television. They do not mind the too much snow. 

Craig does not like too much snow. The go fast chair does not go fast in the too much snow. It gets all stuck. Then he gets too cold feet. Oh dear. 

Zita and I only went for a short walk tonight. My feet were too cold too. Oh well.

Day Eight Hundred and Sixty Six

It is still too cold out. We had lots of toasts today. Because of the cold windy day. 

Last night there was a nasty animal outside my house. Under the silver little car. 

I told Emmet and Craig. They could not see it. They thought there was nothing there. They were wrong. They cannot see at night. I can. People are silly. 

It is my job to guard the house. I know how. They should listen to me. It is known. They are not good guarders. They do not have good ears like me. Or night time eyes like me. And their noses are way too small. Ha. 

Now Craig is a policeman in long ago far away England. With holes in his boots. Oh dear. He does not have a nice dog to help him. Oh well.

Niamh went in to school only in the afternoon. Because of a headache. I got her up. Before lunch time. With lots of kisses. Ha. Kisses can fix little headaches. It is known.

Zita had to go to the nice get all your nice food here store today. Or we would starve to death. That would be sad. 

No dance a lot tonight. All the dance a lot ladies are in a special concert at the other school. Where Emmet used to go. Just up the street. Niamh might go to see all her friends on the giant stage. That is what friends do. I cannot go. I would bark too much. When I saw my friends. Oh well.

I think the nasty animal will come back. I will have to be a good watcher tonight. 

Day Eight Hundred and Sixty Five

Another cold day. We went for our nice walk. After Niamh went on the nasty bus to her dance a lot school. I did not fall off the sidewalk today. That is good. 

Nobody saw me fall off the sidewalk. That is good. Sometimes Niamh falls off too. Or walks into big poles in the street. Oh well. Too bad for us. 

Niamh's friend is going to the contest for the whole world. For the jump up and down Irish dance a lot. Niamh is going to watch. And yell a lot. That is nice.

Zita stayed home today. To work all by herself. To talk to the far away people. I watched. I did not bark. Except when the noisy sidewalk machines drive on my own street. They are way too loud.

Emmet is still writing and writing. But he cannot play his brand new game on his too old computer. Too bad for him. 

I do not have a computer. Not even one of the little flat ones. Dogs do not need computers to be happy. Just nice people to take care of. And comfy pillows. And green bean treats. And tasty toasts in the morning. Ha. 

We had three toasts this morning. That is good. 

Niamh's dance a lot place is having a big meeting. Lots of dance a lot people are going to the new place. Just not from here. From all over. Niamh is very excited. That is good. 

Tonight is an everyone eat all together night. No universities. Or dance a lot. Just all of us for a nice dinner. We are having Irish chicken. That is good. Everybody likes Irish chicken. It is known. 

I cannot eat all the ice outside. It makes me have a sick tummy. Again. Oh well. 

Niamh and Zita are going shopping for secret presents tonight. At the new not so far away stores. With the too big shiny sign. 

Day Eight Hundred and Sixty Four

It is a cold day. We went for our walk early. On our nice walk I was playing slide in the snow. But I fell all off the sidewalk. I was all upside down. On my back. My feet were not on the ground at all. Oh dear. I was very embarrassed. We were all by ourselves. Zita did not laugh. That is good. 

It is a very windy day. The blowy snow gets in my eyes. That is not nice. We played catch the ball today. We did not play the game yesterday. Craig is afraid of the snow. It is known. Oh well.

Emmet's big computer has to retire. It does not know how to play Emmet's brand new games. Oh dear.  Maybe the nice men at the fix the computers store can make him a brand new one. 

Uncle Bill came over for his coffee. And to tell funny stories. He said all the fat turkeys are safe for another year. Ha. Uncle Bill bought the brand new magazine with all the big pictures of Niamh in it. For his house. 

He is going on a little trip. In the train. With the big comfy chairs. Where nice people bring you food on real plates. Auntie Louise has to go to a meeting with all her friends in Toronto. To stay in a nice comfy hotel. With lots of pillows. And pancakes and toasts for breakfast. Ha. 

Tonight is Zita's go to Mister Saint Paul's university until late night. She was busy all day fast wtiting a story for her new university. I was a big help. I only barked a bit. At the too loud snow trucks. Oh well.

Craig and Emmet and Niamh will have a nice dinner altogether. Tastey sandwiches. It is their favourite. 

Niamh has toe dance practice tonight. For the way special dance a lot night. She is the fairy. In a beautiful costume. 

Zita drove Niamh to dance a lot school this morning. Because of the the windy cold. 

I had a sick tummy on my walk this afternoon. Because I ate way too much snow. Oh dear. Oh dear. 

Day Eight Hundred and Sixty Three

When I went outside this morning there was snow all over everything. Even the cars. And my bouncy balls.

We went for a nice walk anyway. You have to be careful on all snowy days walks. All the cars forget to stop where they should. Oh dear. We only go on the very little streets. That the cars can not find. Ha.

All the ladies did not go to way downtown today. Too snowy. They stayed in their own cosy house. And talked to everybody else on the telephones. I stayed on my comfy duvet. To be a big help. Zita was very busy on the telephone. Talking to far away people.

Paul came over for his coffee. Before he went to his airplane. To fly away to far away England. He took all the secret presents for Ireland with him. The post office can not loose them now. Ha.

Tonight is a busy night. Emmet has to go to his way dangerous people class. Zita will drive him. Niamh has teach dance a lot tonight. Zita has an important meeting all about our nice little newspaper. We are very busy. Except for Craig.

I will guard him. He will read his books. And eat some of the little short Scotsman cakes. And drink his too much coffee. 

Now he is a nurse in the war nobody wanted. The long time ago war. 

He finished the Scotsman book. A nasty man poisoned his nice dogs. So he chopped his head right off. Ha. With his giant sword. He was not even sad. Ha. Now his very big horse has no one to chase him. Oh dear. 

Craig always reads me the parts about dogs. He does not read me the sad parts. That is good. 

There is another all about the same Scotsman book. Maybe Saint Santa will bring it to Craig for a secret present. At Christmas time. Zita told me. She talks to Saint Santa. It is known. 

I am going to have my nice before dinner walk with my friend Jamie and professor Jill. 

Professors are doctors who can not give you shots. My friend Emmet wants to be a professor. To tell stories all about the way way long ago Gods. And Ireland. And not give anybody shots. It is known.

Day Eight Hundred and Sixty Two

We all had a nice sleep in. Because it is a Sunday. We always have nice sleep ins on our Sunday.

Last night I went in Zita's car to get Niamh from her dance a lot friend's house. To guard everybody. In the very dark night. I barked too much. Again. Oh well.

This morning Niamh and I went for a long walk. I saw my friend Abby. Abby is a big dog too. Not so big as me.

Zita had to go secret present shopping before our breakfast. For all our family in way far away Ireland.

We had tiny croissants for our breakfast. And jam and cheese.  I did not have any. Oh well.

Mister Paul brought us short little cakes from Scotland. To have with coffee. That is nice.

In a beautiful box. With a castle on it.  He brought back all the take everything apart tools.

Niamh made way tasty cookies. In the stove. All by herself. They are not for Poppy cookies. Oh well.

The television said there is going to be an all snowy day tomorrow. Oh dear. Zita can not drive her go fast bicycle in the snow. It is known.

Too dangerous. There are no do not get stuck in the snow tires for go fast bicycles. Oh dear.

Emmet went to the brand new bank. Just up on our way busy street. They give you chocolates when you go there.  Ha.