Day Ninety-Three

Zita was at school last night. I went for my walk with Niamh and Craig. I was very good - except for the first part. Oh well.

Emmet read my blog and said he does not hide in the bathroom. He hides behind the door to the big bed room. Ha. Now I know. Silly Emmet.

Niamh has so much hair Zita has to wash it for her. Just like me.

I found my other Red Ball. It is confusing to have two Red Balls outside. I am saving one for extras.

We had to go in the car this morning because Niamh forgot her bus pass and the bus driver would yell at her. We drove fast and gave it to her before the bus got there. I will find that bus driver some day. Yelling is not nice. Ollie and Zorro will come too. Ha.

It is very nice today. I slept outside when they were studying.

Emmet is not going to India. It is just a book he is studying. The one without any dogs in it.  He would not like India. Emmet does not eat Indian food so he would starve.

Maybe the next book will be in Italy. Emmet loves pasta. I like beans and peanut butter.

Zita likes whiskey. So does Uncle Bill. It comes from Scotland like The Haggis. Craig does not have Scotch or eat The Haggis. He just thinks he is a Scotsman. He is wrong. It is known