Day Six Hundred and Fifty Two

We had a very early day. It is not a nice day.  It is a cold and soggy day. We did not go for a soggy dog walk today. I had a nap.

Zita had to drive Niamh to the far way dentist. Way early in the morning. She did not go to school. She was too sore. Oh dear.

Craig played throw the Red Ball. Not a lot. It is a soggy day. Craig is afraid of the rain. He is afraid of rust he said. That is not true. People are silly. Dogs know the truth. 

He is not afraid of rust. Cars are afraid of rust. Not people. That is why the silver car is made of plastic. It is not afraid of rust. Ha. I am not afraid either. 

Uncle Bill came over for a drink coffee and tell stories visit. That is nice. No turkeys today. He did not have his big motorcycle today. Too soggy. Just his big truck. 

He and Craig and Emmet are going to go out for lunch and eat too many chips. Next week. When it is not soggy.

Zita went to the Make Me Beautiful store today. She has all fluffy hair now. Like me. That is good.

Emmet is going to a store to have his walk so he will not be all wet and soggy. Ha. 

Zita will drive him in the gold big car. I am not going. I have to stay and guard Craig. So he will not eat all of Emmet's special because you were sick cookies. Ha.

Day Six Hundred and Fifty One

I had a nice long walk with my friend Jamie this morning. 

It is a very windy day. Sometimes windy days are scary. Noises everywhere. I pull too much on windy days. Oh dear. 

When we got got home we had toasts. Only little toasts today. Oh well.

There were lots of big trucks and very big machines on my corner. Digging holes. I do not know why. They were very noisy.  They did not pay any attention to me. That is not very nice. It is my corner. 

Craig and I played throw the Red Ball all morning. He is very stubborn. Oh well.

We are still making the scary basement all neat and tidy. More too much stuff. 

Zita and I found Emmet's great grandfather's very old tools. From long long ago. They are not too much stuff. We will keep them. In a special box. 

It is going to be the too much stuff day again. It is Craig's favourite day. In the summer. This year we will have lots of stuff for the too much stuff day. That is good.

I do not have too much stuff. Only people have way too much stuff. Dogs do not need too much stuff to be happy. Just our family. All together. And all right. It is known.

Zita said we are going to get new soft chairs for our patio. We will have our toasts and coffee on our patio in a little while. When all my beautiful flowers are there. That is good. 

Craig did not eat all of Emmet's special own made cookies. That is good. They are Emmet's. Not Craig's. It is known. 

Day Six Hundred and Fifty

We had a busy day. We had lots of visitors. That Is good. I like visitors.

Zita and I went for a long walk. I did not pull. That is good. Sometimes I forget. Oh dear.

A nice lady made cookies for Emmet. All by herself. She put them at my front door. That was nice. I do not eat cookies. They were for Emmet.

Emmet did not get up until way late. Ha. He will eat the cookies when he wakes all up. Too bad for him. Craig will eat them. 

Our friend Paul came over to fix the noisy bathroom. The one down the scary basement stairs. It did not work. Oh well. Maybe next time he said. He had his coffee anyway. 

And Zita's friend Garry brought us a present. That is good. I like presents. 

Garry takes care of my way big cousin Mattie. They live not so far away. Near the canal. The canal is still empty. Oh dear. No place for my friends the ducks. 

He brings us a present every year. It is for our Sunday pancakes. That is good.

Emmet went for a little walk. It is a very nice day. 

I played throw the Red Ball a lot today. I am a very good Red Ball catcher. 

Zita's Irish friend came over for some tea. And to talk about Ireland. It rains a lots in Ireland. The canals in Ireland are never empty. The ducks like Ireland.  It is known. 

We are going to have cousins visiting us from way far way Ireland. In the summer. They will live in the scary basement. That is why Zita and I are making it all nice and clean and beautiful. 

Day Six Hundred and Forty Nine

It is a nice quiet Sunday. We got up late. 

Zita and I had a nice long long walk. All the way to my very busy street. With all the nice stores. We did not go into any of the stores. I did not get a treat. Oh well. 

Craig did not get up until we got home. Ha. We had our toasts late too.

I helped Zita clean up the basement again. I was a big help. The basement has lots of stuff in very big boxes. We looked into some of them. Nothing for me. Oh well.

Today is the special day for Saint Zita. She is a different Zita. She must be a friend of Saint Newton. No cheese party tonight for Saint Zita. Too bad for me. 

I had a nice nap. It is a nice everything is right day.

Emmet went for a walk. Not so far. The nice doctor says Emmet has to be a lazy person for a while. That is good. I can help.

Niamh had to go shopping today. Way downtown. 

We drove Niamh to her dance a lot place. I was almost perfect. Just a little bit not perfect.

Tonight is Craig and Emmet's scary television program night. I will not watch it with them. Too bad for them. 

Day Six Hundred and Forty Eight

It was a nice quiet day. We were a little bit soggy. Oh well.

Niamh stayed at her dance a lot friends house. With the outside bathtub. All night. She did not use soap in the outside bathtub. It is the rule. Oh well. Not squeaky clean. 

Zita and Craig and I had our toasts late. We slept in. That is good. And a late walk. Still no water in my pond. Oh well. 

Zita and I went down the scary basement stairs. We put lots of our extra stuff in the big bags. To take to people who do not have enough stuff. Zita says we have way too much stuff. That is true. 

I do not have too much stuff. I have my cosy bed. And my catching balls. And my Blue Bone. And my Scotsman coat. That is enough for me. Zita made the Scotsman's coat and the cosy bed for me. Only for me. Because I am such a good dog. That is true. Ha. 

Craig has too much stuff. Books and books and books. And movies about brave knights to watch late at night. And too many computers. Too bad for him.

Paul came over for his tea. And to fix Emmet's way too loud bathroom. Paul is a good fixer. 

Zita is making Irish chicken for Emmet and Niamh. They love Irish chicken. It will help my friend Emmet get all better for ever. I do not get Irish chicken. I get green beans. Ha. 

Day Six Hundred and Forty Seven

It is a very nice quite day. Because everything is alright. 

I had a late walk. Still no water in my pond. Where will the ducks live? 

Craig played throw the Red Ball. Not a lot. Because we had to do catch up. Catch up all the things we did not do when everything was not right.  

It is not fun doing catch up. Everyone is too busy to play throw the Red Ball. Oh well.

It is time for the Turkeys again. Uncle Bill will be cold. It is not way too warm old today. Maybe the turkeys will stay home today too. Oh well.

Emmet has to sleep a lot. The nice lady doctor told him so. So he can get all better forever. I can be a big help. I am very good at sleeping on cosy beds. With lots of comfy pillows. Like Emmet's. Ha.

Niamh's dance a lot school gave her a paper that said she was way good at everything. Not just dance a lot. That is good. 

I like it when everything is all right. It is easier that way. Niamh got lots and lots of E's. E's are for Everything is All Right. It is known.

Last night I was dreaming I was catching nasty squirrels. My running feet hit Craig and he woke up and made me move. Oh well. I caught the nasty squirrel. Ha.  

Day Six Hundred and Forty Six

It is a windy flappy ear day. Not so warm today. We went for a nice walk anyway.

Emmet went to the hospital to take the scary tube out. The nice doctor said he was fine and did not have to stay at the nasty food hospital.  That is good. 

Now I can only worry about the awful squirrels. And the lions who hide in the bushes at night. Not about my friend Emmet. That is good. It is known.

I had a nice early walk. So everybody could go the the hospital. Then they all came back. I got a big peanut butter treat for guarding my house anyway. Ha.

When Craig got home we played throw the Red Ball a lot. To celebrate. That is good.

Zita asked me to thank Saint Newton for her. I will. Tonight when everybody is fast asleep. Except me. 

We had green beans for dinner. I got the bean bits for dinner treats. Because everything is right again. Ha.  

Day Six Hundred and Forty Five

Last night I went in the car to get Niamh at dance a lot. I was perfect. Everybody said so. Ha.

Niamh is going to be the Queen of Hearts in the big dance for everybody night. She has to practice a lot. She told me. She will have another way beautiful costume. That is good. 

It was not very warm today. We had a not too long walk.

When we got home I had my breakfast. Then Zita and I had toasts with Craig. 

Craig told me it is Saint George's Day. Saint George's Day is not a party day. That is Saint Santa's day. Oh well. I do not know Saint George. Maybe he is a friend of my friend Saint Newton. 

He guarded people from ferocious dangerous dragons. He had a sword. Emmet has Colonel George's sword. Maybe they are the same. 

Guarding people is good. I like guarding my family. Even when they do not know they need to be guarded. 

They do not know about the very big and dangerous machines that sweep up the street. They will sweep up people too. It is known. They do not believe me. Oh well. Too bad for them.

Zita went to talk to Saint Newton and all his friends today. At his church. To get my friend Emmet all better. That is good.

I want everything to be right. It is my job to make things all right for my family. They take care of me and I take care of all of them. It is what dogs do.

Uncle Bill came over on his motorcycle. It is too cold today for motorcycles. Too bad for him. 

Paul came over too. For his coffee. He is back from the far away cold island. His daughter made him go. He did not fall into any volcanoes. Ha. 

Tonight Niamh to going to her dance a lot friend Makenzie's house for a stay up way too late and do your homework night. Ha. 

Day Six Hundred and Forty Four

It is a soggy day. 

We did not go for our walk until late. Until Craig got home from taking Niamh to the dance a lot school. 

When he got home he was not fury at all. He went to the tidy me up store. Where the boys go. Not to the make me beautiful store like me. Ha. It is way too hard to make Craig all beautiful. Not like me. Too bad for him.

Then we had our toasts.

I practiced at being a very good no barking dog today. A lot. I get no barking cheese treats. I do not always get them. Oh well. It is because of the nasty squirrels. They always get me in trouble. I hate squirrels. 

Zita and I used the noisy make the house clean machine. We are now spic and span. Even me. I had a little bath because I was a bit too soggy. 

We put a funny hat on Emmet's head to make his hair all nice and clean. He can not get in the bath tub. Because of the scary tube and all the holes in him.  He might get all leaky. Oh dear. 

The hospital called Zita today. To tell us to bring poor Emmet to the nasty food hospital in two days. So they can fix him all up forever. No more scary tubes or very fat bandages. That is good. 

I was very quiet this afternoon.  So I would not wake Emmet up. From his nice nap. 

Niamh is going to her other dance a lot school tonight. Until a little late. Not way too late. She will not have dinner with us. Oh well. 

Day Six Hundred and Forty Three

We had a quiet day. It is still a holiday. We slept in until very late. 

Then Craig and Zita and I had our toasts. And looked out the window. There is no water in my pond yet. No nice wet place for my friends the ducks. Oh well. 

We went for a nice walk. I did not see my friend Jamie. Too bad for me. 

Craig and Niamh had to go to get their pictures taken so everybody would know who they are. People are silly. I know who they are. Even if I cannot see them yet. Ha.

I helped Zita fold the clothes. That is a nice job. Clothes are nice and soft. They do not make any noise. So I can have a nice nap when I am helping. Ha.

Emmet is downstairs in his cosy bedroom and his comfy bed. He will have to go back to his hospital. So they can take the scary tube out. And make him all better for ever. Oh dear. Oh dear. 

I do not like it when people have to go to the nasty food hospital. That means things are not right. It is scary when things are not right. It is known.

Last night Emmet and Craig watched their scary program on the television. In the den. With all the scary people and the very big dragons. Where everybody dies. That is not a nice programs. They should not watch it. Too bad for them. They will be scared at night. Ha. I will guard them and keep them all safe anyway. It is my job.

Craig is a little girl detective again. In way far away England. They have a castle. It is not warm. The water comes in through the roof. They should get a big black tube like ours. They can have ours. I do not like it. It makes scary noises. It is known.

Day Six Hundred and Forty Two

Everybody was at home last night. That is good. 

Except for Niamh. Niamh stayed at Cara and Emily's so the Easter bunny could bring her chocolates.

Craig would not let the Easter bunny come to my house. He would wake up Zita and Emmet. They are way too tired. Being in the hospital makes you way too tired to play throw the Red Ball. Oh well.

My friend Kathy took me for my nice walk this morning. By the empty canal.  

When I got home Craig played throw the Red Ball with me so I would not worry. I still worry. It is my job.

Niamh's dance a lot teacher brought nice chocolates for my friend Emmet. That is nice. I cannot have chocolates. I got carrot treats instead. That is good.

Uncle Bill came over to make sure we had nice pillows for Emmet to sleep on. Emmet has one of Auntie Louise's sit up in bed pillows. 

Uncle Bill had his way noisy motorcycle with him. Because all the snow is gone. He is going out to dinner because he found out when he could drink his whiskey again. Ha.

My friend Jamie and Emmet's broken house war professor came over to say hello to Emmet. Emmet was all fast asleep in his comfy bed. That is nice. 

Zita and I went for a nice walk. We tried to find my friend Jamie. To share our walk. We could not find her. Oh well. 

Zita cleaned up our patio. She found my Big Red Ball. I cannot bring the Big Red Ball in the house. It is too big. Oh well.

The squirrels tried to steal it. It is too big for them. Ha. Too bad for them.

It is the special Easter night. We are going to have our own dinner party tonight. Just us. That is good. We are a bit tired. Me too. It is hard being a dog. 

Day Six Hundred and Forty One

The other Kathy took me for my nice walk this morning. She is going to take me on another walk this afternoon. That is good. 

We walked beside the empty cannal. No ducks. Oh well.

When I got home Craig and I had croissants. No toasts today. Croissants. With jam.  Ha 

My friend Emmet came home today. That is good. Way good.

Emmet came home from the nasty food hospital. That is good. He has to go back in a few of days. To make him all better for good. It is known.

He has holes in him. More than two. And a big tube. Oh dear. I do not think that is good. And lots of fat bandages. And lots of pills. Oh dear. Oh dear. 

I went down stairs to his comfy bedroom. To help. He went to sleep. He is very tired. Hospitals make you very tired Craig says. 

Then Zita went for a nice nap. In her own big comfy bed. With her own pillows. I had a nap too. On the big bed. So she would not think she was back at the nasty food hospital. Ha.

Craig asked the Easter Bunny not to come to our house this year. Craig said he might wake up Emmet or Zita in the middle of the night. That is good. I do not like bunnies. They eat my favourite green beans. In my beautiful garden. In the summer. It is good he is not comming here this year. Maybe he will not come next year too. Ha. 

Niamh and Emily and Cara have gone to buy old used clothes. That is silly. Zita makes my clothes. My Scotsman coat. It was all brand new. Just for me. Too bad for them. 

All the snow is gone. I found another green ball. It was under all the snow. That is good. 

Paul went to a place made of ice. He had to get on an airplane to get there. It is far away. Not as far away as way far way Ireland. But far away. With volcanoes. People are way too silly. I just like my nice patio. And my pond. With my friends the ducks. It is known.

Day Six Hundred and Forty

Zita had to stay at the nasty food hospital last night. To make sure poor Emmet did not get another sick tummy.

Niamh's tummy is all better. She did not get up until late late.  My tummy is all better too. That is good. 

If Emmet's tummy is all better he can come home to his own house. And his comfy bed. And his lots of pillows. And his nice dinners. And his strawberries. Emmet loves strawberries. 

I did not go for a walk this morning. Because everything is not right. 

No toasts today. I had croissant pieces. And watched out my window. I was looking for the awfull squirrels. I did not see any. Maybe Casey ate them. Ha. 

Last night Zita's friend Kathy brought a way big box of strawberries for Emmet's dinner. It is in the refrigerator. That is nice. 

My friend Susan brought Craig hamburgers so he would not starve. 

He would not starve. He would just eat peanut butter. Ha.

I had to keep Craig safe on the big comfy bed again. Oh well. I put my head on his feet so he knows I am there and is not scared. 

Zita came home last night so we could go for our nice walk. And make Emmet's dinner so he would not starve. Then she went back to the hospital with Emmet's dinner.  Zita said he has a very nice nurse. She is not very big. Just a bit bigger than me. 

Today is a big holiday. No school for anyone. It is a holiday for all the Saints. Mister Saint Paul and Saint Newton will be having a nice party. A cheese party. With apples. It is known.

Uncle Bill has a cold. Because he does not have any whiskey. Just turkeys. Too bad for him.

Oh dear. Oh dear.  Zita called Craig. Poor Emmet's lung fell down again. I do not know why. At the hospital. Oh dear. Oh dear. 

I cannot help him. Things are not right. Not right at all. 

I am supposed to help my people feel all better. What am I to do? They will not let me in the hospital. To help poor Emmet. It is the rule. It is not a good rule.  I would go to sleep on his feet so he would not be afraid. It is known. Oh dear. Oh dear. 

Day Six Hundred and Thirty Nine

Niamh has a sick tummy. So does Emmet. I had a sick tummy too. It is because things are not right. Not right is bad for tummies.

Zita had to stay at Emmet's hospital. She had to sleep on the not very comfy bed again. To help the way nice nurses with Emmet's sick tummy. Oh dear. 

I had to sleep all night on the big comfy bed. So Craig would not be scared by all the night noises. 

Niamh and Emily and Cara had Mr. Tony's pizza last night. In my house. They laugh a lot and are way too loud. It is hard to have a nice nap.

They took me for my long afternoon walk. That was nice. It was all cold again. That is not right. Way too much not rights. It is known. 

Niamh says pizza is good for sick tummies. She is wrong. It is known. I only had a little dinner. Not pizza. They gave Emmet jello. He did not eat it. 

We had croissants this morning. That is good. 

Niamh is going to take me for my walk this morning. When she wakes all up. She said she could not sleep last night. Oh dear. 

She did not go to school today. It is because things are not right. This afternoon Craig is going to the nasty food hospital to see Emmet. After they take the tubes out. I cannot go. I am going to guard the house. 

When all the snow goes away all the nasty squirrels who did not freeze come out. 

There were nasty squirrels in my garden this morning. They know I am busy with everything not right. 

They climb on my trees. Maybe they will run across the driveway. And Casey will eat them. Casey is bigger than me. He likes mountains. Ha. 

Sometimes they run on the very high wires and explode. Jamie saw it. Ha. Silly squirrels.  

Day Six Hundred and Thirty Eight

Another not all right day. I did not go on a nice walk this morning. I played throw the Red Ball instead. That is not right. I had toasts and looked out my watching window. 

Zita did not sleep in her big comfy bed last night. I had to sleep there to keep Craig company. Or he might fall out of the bed. Or be scared of the very dark night. 

Zita stayed with poor Emmet at the hospital. In a very little bed. A not so comfy bed. Oh dear. Emmet cannot eat anything. Just water. Oh dear. He will starve. Zita will have to make more Irish chicken. 

Niamh still has a sick tummy. She did not go to school. She slept in her nice new bed until late. 

Craig went of to the hospital to take care of Emmet. He brought him his favourite ice tea. He can drink ice tea. If he wants. 

Zita told me Emmet just wants to sleep a lot. To get all better. That is good.

Zita came home and we had a long nap in the big cosy bed. 

I helped Niamh watch television on her little computer. On her bed. Then she fell asleep too. I am in charge again. No barking at nasty dogs when everybody is asleep. It is known. 

We had another nice nap. That is good. Zita will bring Emmet's dinner to the nasty food hospital so he won't starve. 

Day Six Hundred and Thirty Seven

The nice doctors are making holes in Emmet today.  To fix him all up. 

I do not think holes will fix you. I do not want holes in me. Dr. Smith would not put big holes in me. It is known.

Craig says everything is alright. That is not true. I know. I am a dog. Dogs know these things. You cannot tell lies to dogs about if things are alright. We know better than people. It is known. 

Emmet is not is his own comfy bed. Craig and Zita are away all the time. I do not go for my nice walks at the right time. Everything is confused. I do not like it. 

Craig plays throw the Red Ball with me. It does not make me feel better. I know things are not all right. Craig is wrong. Too bad for him.

We had our toasts late today. 

Zita came home from the nasty food hospital after the doctors took Emmet away. I do not know where they took him. They should tell me. It is my job to know where everybody is. It is known. Zita promised me they will bring him back. That is good. 

Craig went to the hospital so Emmet would not be all scared when the doctors bring him back. 

I wanted to go. Emmet would not be scared if I was there. Emmet and I are very brave alltogether. 

I cannot go to the hospital. It is the rule. Silly rule.

Zita and I had a walk in the rain. It is not a nice day. There was snow. There is not supposed to be snow. It is know. It was a soggy dog day again. We had a nice nap after. 

Niamh came home from her dance a lot school. She had a sick tummy. Oh dear. I will make her feel all better. I can. It is my job. She is just here. Not the nasty food hospital. That is good. Niamh has a bed big enough for me too. That is good.

Day Six Hundred and Thirty Six

My friend Emmet had to go back to the nasty food hospital today. Zita took him. I was sad. I sat at my watching window for a long time. To see if he came back. He did not. 

They are going to make new holes in him tomorrow. Oh dear. Oh dear. Craig told me they are going to fill them up when they are finished. That is good. No scary tubes. That is good.

Uncle Bill visited him at the hospital. That is nice. Uncle Bill is always funny. He can not catch the turkeys. Ha. Too bad for him.

He said it is time to get his noisy motorcycle out of his garage. The garage belongs to Aunties Louise's little yellow car. Ha.

Craig is going to the hospital later to tuck Emet into his bed to night. It is not a cosy bed. Not enough room for me. 

I cannot visit hospitals. They are too big and scary for dogs. 

His bed goes up and down. With special buttons. I like his big comfy bed. It is known.

Niamh is dancing in the living room. By herself. Not with me. I am just watching.  Craig and Niamh had make it your own self pizza. 

Zita will come home and we will go for our nice walk. I always have my walk before my dinner. Tonight I had to eat my dinner first.  I did not eat it for a while. Oh well. Then I ate it. Craig gave me a carrot treat too. That is good. 

Day Six Hundred and Thirty Five

Everybody is back in our house. That is right. 

Zita had to get up in the night. When I was asleep. To give Emmet his medicine. I got up too. I was a big help. Craig was asleep.  He was not a big help. Like me. Zita said I was a very good nurse. Ha.

Zita and I had a sleep until late this morning. After I had my breakfast I went back to sleep in the very big bed. To keep Zita company. It is not nice to have to sleep all by yourself in a big bed.

I did not sleep with Emmet. He was very tired. I did not want to step on the big scary tube by mistake.

Zita has to wash Emmet's hair. Just like me. Ha. 

I had three pieces of toasts this morning. That is good. I helped Craig chop the ice in my side yard with the big ice chopper. 

There is no snow on my corner. There is still snow on my patio. Oh well. I found lots of balls in the nearly all gone snow. That is good. Green and blue balls. No new Red Balls. Oh well.

I went for a car ride this afternoon. But I had to come home. Too much barking. Zita said I need to practice no barking car rides. It is hard. There are very dangerous things outside the car. It is known.

The very big and noisy clean the street machines. They would sweep us all up and we would be gone. 

There would be no more us in my house. Oh dear. Too bad for us. That is why I have to bark at them. To scare them away. It is hard being a dog in my house. 

Emmet's professor brought him a get all better card. To my house. She knows all the famous stories about the not way too long ago war. And airplanes. That is nice. 

Tonight is Craig and Emmet's scary television program night. With nasty people and dragons. And swords. And all frozen people. I do not watch it. Only Craig and Emmet. Too scary. Too bad for them. It is known.

Day Six Hundred and Thirty Four

Emmet is still away. At the nasty food hospital. I do not like this. At all. 

Zita goes off very early to the nasty food hospital. To talk to the doctors. And to take Emmet some nice food to eat.

Craig and I played Throw the Red ball. Before I had my breakfast. Ha.

Niamh has gone to learn how to keep sick people alive. All day. And tomorrow. That is good. 

Everybody visited today. Kathy and Uncle Bill and Susan. To make Emmet's comfy bedroom all spic and span. With nice new clean pillow cases. And no ice tea bottles on the floor. Ha. 

Zita called us after lunch. Emmet is coming home from the nasty food hospital. For two days. He will have his own bed back. And his own comfy pillows. He has to go back for his big operation. But not right away. That is good. 

He cannot play steal the Blue Bone with me. He has a big tube in a hole in his insides. It is connected to a machine. I do not know why. Oh dear. Oh dear 

I will sleep on his big comfy bed. To keep him all safe. And warm. I will not look at the scary tube. It is known. 

Craig and I had croissants for lunch. That is good. 

Emmet came home. I did not jump up on him. That is good. I am very happy. It is known. 

Day Six Hundred and Thirty Three

I do not like changes. 

Emmet is still not in his cosy room. He is still at the nasty food hospital. Not here in his own house. With me to guard him. Oh dear. Last night Zita told me he was sick. I looked all over the house for him. He was not there. I forgot he was at the nasty food hospital. Oh dear. 

Zita took him his dinner. Emmet does not like the hospital food. That is why it is the nasty food hospital. Emmet says all the people are very kind. But not the food. Oh well.

Uncle Bill went to visit Emmet last night. That was nice. They laughed a lot Emmet said. That is good. 

The nice doctor told Emmet that they can not to give him his operation for a while. I do not know why. Oh dear. 

I had an operation. I did not like it. Emmet is very brave. Even when I am not there to help him be brave. I am always braver when my family is with me. It is known. 

Craig and Zita will stay with Emmet when he has his operation. That his good. 

When he wakes up they will be there. Zita was there when I woke up from my operation. That was good. I was not scared. I just wanted to go home to my comfy bed and my soft pillows. Emmet has lots of pillows. And a big comfy bed. That is good. He will be glad to be home. 

When Zita got home this morning we went for a nice walk. Then we had a nap. That is good.

Zita is making Irish chicken for Emmet's dinner. He will like that. Emmet loves Irish chicken.

When Craig got home we played throw the Red Ball. Craig likes playing throw the Red Ball with me. 

I miss Emmet. Craig does not play take my Blue Bone very well. 

Day Six Hundred and Thirty Two - In the After Dinner Time.

Emmet has to stay in the nasty food hospital. For days and days. Oh dear. That is not right.

Zita made him cheese sandwiches for his dinner. She took them to him.

The doctors say they are going to have to make bigger holes in poor Emmet. 

He is sad. Me too. There is nobody downstairs for me to guard. Emmet is not here to chase me and steal my Blue Bone. Oh dear.

Craig came home to make me my dinner. And Niamh's too. Zita is going to sleep in her own bed tonight. That is good. 

When Zita is not here I have to sleep up at the top of the bed. Beside Craig. I get too hot. Oh well

We played throw the Red Ball. That is good. We always play throw the Red Ball. 

All the nice people came to get our newspapers. I was very good. I did not bark. They all asked about Emmet. They are going to get candles with his name. I do not know why. I think he would rather have a nice book about the way old times.  Or a book about brave dogs. It is known.

Day Six Hundred and Thirty Two - In The Morning

Oh dear. Everything is upset.

Zita had to take poor Emmet to the hospital. Late at night. After I went to bed. He needs to be glued back together again. Oh dear.

Craig told me they had to make a hole in Emmet's side. And put a hose inside him.  Oh dear. Oh dear. 

Zita had to stay at the hospital with the nasty food all night. So the doctors would do it right. I stayed at my house to guard everybody. I do not like being in charge when some one is sick. I do not have enough time to worry when I am in charge.

I slept beside Craig on the big bed all night. So he would not be scared. 

Craig took Niamh to her dance a lot school. Niamh is worried. Me too. Craig said he would go to the hospital. With strawberries and a peanut butter sandwich. So Emmet would not starve.

I do not like it when everything is all different. It makes me a bit scared. So I just get on my comfy bed. In the kitchen. So I can be there when I can help. No toasts today.

Zita came back to our house for a nice nap.  Before our lunch. I helped her have a nice safe nap. I do not worry so much when Zita is here. That is good. 

Day Six a Hundred and Thirty One

Zita is all finished her university work. She finished all her stories. I was a big help. Zita told me.  

Today is our way early day. Not for Emmet. All his classes are over. Until the summer. He is taking more classes all about how all those long time ago people lived. And all their nice dogs. It is known.

We had two toasts today. Ha. 

We have to make the house all squeaky clean. Because the way too long winter is over. Ha. We cleaned the bathroom after lunch. I helped.  

Last night Niamh wrote a poem for her school. It was beautiful. I did not understand it. Niamh said that was ok. I was a big help because I just listened nice and quiet. Ha.

Emmet went to a special day at his university. A lot of new stories all about the long ago people. With all the other people who really like to know all about the way old times. Like Emmet. He had a good time. That is good.

Craig's Frenchman detective now has a dog helping him. That is good. It must be a good book. 

Craig's hockey team did not win this year. Oh well. That is good. He will not have to stay up late at night to watch his team loose. Oh well. 

It is nearly time to catch the turkeys again. Maybe Uncle Bill will get one this year. The turkeys are way tricky Uncle Bill says. Ha.

Day Six Hundred and Thirty

It is a very rainy day. 

We do not play catch the Red Ball so much when there is a rainy day. Craig is afraid of the rain. Oh well. 

Emmet and Zita are nearly all finished with the universities this time. Emmet has remember everything exams way too soon. Oh dear.

Niamh too. She is going to come home early so she can study for her remember everything exams. She comes home so I can help her study. I am a big help for studying. It is known. 

Not Craig. He is too old for remember everything exams. He rembers my dinner time. And my treat times. And where I left my Blue Bone.  That is good. He is not way too old yet.

Zita and I play Blue Bone every night. Before bed time. Emmet too at dinner time. That is good.

The snow is all melting in the lots of rain. That is good. The pond will soon be full of water. And my friends the ducks will be back.

Uncle Bill came over this afternoon. For his Irish tea. That is good. He said I was skinny. That is not nice. I am not skinny. I am just not way too fury. Oh well. 

The very red birds are making their home in my hedge again this year. That is good. They are a bit noisy. Oh well. 

Day Six Hundred and Twenty Nine

I had to guard the house a lot today. By myself.

Everyone had to out. Zita had to go to see if nasty people were telling the truth.

Craig drove everybody to school. And home.

Niamh had to make a very big speech today. Niamh does not like making speeches. They are scary. 

Craig makes good speeches. He likes to talk. I do not listen. He is too confusing. It is better when he reads the books about nice policemen with nice dogs to me. And croissants. Ha.  

Niamh is going to dinner with the dance a lot teachers. To a not too many chips restraurent. A little pieces of food all covered by leafs restraurent. And rice. A no nice croissants restraurent. Oh well. I just like my cheese and my green bean treats. It is known. 

It was not cold today. Craig left the door open so I could come in and out with my Red Ball. That is good.

Craig and Emmet watched their scary television program last night. With the very fierce dragons and young ladies with pointy swords. I did not watch. I helped Niamh with her school work. It is not scary at all. 

This afternoon I helped Zita finish her very big story for Mr. Saint Paul. That is good. 

Day Six Hundred and Twenty Eight

We had Chinese food last night. Ha. It is Saint Newton's favourite dinner. Mine too. Lots of little things to fall down on the floor. Ha.

We had a long long walk in the beautiful sunshine this morning. Around the park. Twice. 

Then I had to help everybody with their lots of school work. It was a very busy morning. I had toasts too. 

We had pancakes and bacon too. For our lunch. Nothing fell. Too bad for me.  

Tomorrow Zita is going to listen to why nasty people should go to the jail. They sent a nice letter asking her to go and see if she could help to see who is telling the truth. Ha. They are in trouble. Zita always knows. Zita is going to be away all day. I will be in charge. Ha.

When Niamh gets home from her dancing Zita is making Irish chicken. That means green beans. We always have green beans with Irish chicken. Lots of green bean treats for me. That is good. 

In the hot summer we will have our own grown green beans. It is my job to keep the nasty squirrels and bunny rabbits away. From my side garden. Or they will eat all of them. None for me then. Oh dear. 

Emmet and Craig's way scary television program starts again tonight. It is all about knights and wolves and vey big dragons where all the nice people get killed. That does not sound like a nice show to me. 

Zita and I do not watch it. She says it has too many nasty people for nice polite ladies like us. Ha. Too bad for them. 

Day Six Hundred and Twenty Seven

It is a nice quiet day. A flappy ear windy day. We had a nice long walk before we had our toasts.

Then we had to get Niamh awake. So she would not be late for her all day long dance day.

She was very sleepy. Ha.

There was a nasty squirrel in my yard this morning. When all the snow goes away there are nasty squirrels. Oh dear. 

If I do not bark at the nasty squirrels I get a cheese treat. I do not get so many. Too bad for me. 

Maggie can not help. Her leg is way too sore. She can not run so fast. To scare the squirrels away. Oh dear. 

We had pizza from Mr. Tony's pizza store last night. That is good. They did not forget about Mr. Tony. Like they forgot about the way old Gods. Except for Emmet and me. 

Emmet tells me all about them. From way way long long ago. And about magic trees. And scary things. Ha. It is what you learn about in his university.

I helped Zita write her very long story for Mr. Saint Paul. On my new stripy duvet. 

Craig is still a Frenchman detective. No croissants today. Just coffees. Too bad for me. Oh well.

Emmet and his friends Sava and Chris are going out for dinner and a loud movie. More too many chips. At the Hintonburger. Ha.

Emmet and Niamh have lots and lots of writing to do. Oh dear. I can not help everybody with their very important stories. Not at the same times. They will have to take turns.,

Craig's hockey team lost again. He does not mind. Me either. I do not play hockey. I play catch the Red Ball. I always win. Ha. 

Day Six Hundred and Twenty Six

I am not fury today. I went to the make me beautiful store yesterday.  Emmet said it will be in hot summer before I am way fury again. Oh dear. I get a bit cold when I am not so fury. Oh well.

Jamie is still fury.  Zorro is still fury.  Casey is way fury.  Just me.  Oh dear.

Poor Niamh has a sore mouth. From the dentist. She can still dance. That is good.

Zita made me a new comfy bed. It is stripy. Like my new duvet. I chewed holes in my old bed. I do not know why. Oh dear. 

Craig's hockey team lost again. He should find nice teams who do not lose so much.

Craig is a French policeman again. Not the one with the nice new dog. Another one. Oh well. He lives in Paris. This policeman likes croissants too. Like Emmet. And me. 

Uncle Bill used to be a policeman. A detective policeman. He did not have a dog. Just a police car. With dents. Ha. 

He used to have a huge fury coat for his motorcycle. A buffalo gave it to him. I never saw it. Craig saw it. It was way way long ago. When they were young. Like me and Emmet and Niamh.

Zita is still writing her very big story for Mr. Saint Paul. It is nearly done. That is good.  

Zita said universities are all most all finished. It is time for the remember everything exams. And lots of Irish tea. 

Day Six Hundred and Twenty Five

I had worry-full day.

I went to the make me beautiful store this morning.  I do not like going to the make me beautiful store very much. I just like coming home. My family is not there. Who is taking care of them when I am away? My house was all by itself. It will be scared without me there to guard it. Oh dear.

When I got home everybody said I was very beautiful. That is true. I am. Craig says he likes to see my beautiful eyes again. That is nice. And my waggly tail. 

I am not way so fury anymore. I do not look like me. Emmet is furrier than I am.  When I go for my walks everyone will think Zita has a new dog. Oh dear. Oh dear.

They will think I got lost. The nasty dogs will think I am gone. They will think it is another dog guarding my house. A not so fierce dog. They will try to come to my corner. Or get in my side yard and steal my Red Ball. Oh dear. I will have to stay in my watching window to keep them away. 

Emmet said I should not worry so much. I will be way fury soon. I will worry anyway. It is known.

Someone said Niamh did not have a nice laugh. They are wrong. And not very nice. Niamh has the best laugh. She laughs at Craig and me all the time. I bet they cannot toe dance. Too bad for them. 

I went down the scary stairs to help Zita to wash my comfy bed. It was a bit smelly everyone said. I do not think it was smelly. Oh well. 

Niamh is teaching tonight. Zita has an important meeting tonight. Only Craig and Emmet and me for dinner. Ha. Peanut butter.  

Day Six Hundred and Twenty Four

This is the way too early in the morning day. Everyone has to leave early. I guard the house. 

Craig forgot to give me my peanut butter treat. He just left in on the counter.  He is old. He forgets things like that. Oh dear. He forgets my dinner time too. Oh well. 

When Zita got home she found it for me. She is not old. Just Craig. And Paul. And Uncle Bill. Ha. 

I had a long walk this morning. Only a bit of a soggy dog this morning. That is good.

Niamh had to go to the dentist. Craig drove her. This is the right day. Ha. 

Craig had to put all the pices of paper from the big wood box into piles. I do not know why. He does it every year. They are not interesting books. Just lots of pieces of paper. Oh well. 

Zita has a lot of stories to write. She needed my help. So I stayed on my comfy duvet to be a big help.

Emmet has lots to write too. All about old old kings with too many roses. And way old Gods. And wars with very nasty people who did not like anybody but themselves. The war that Craig's daddy's very big airplane was in. We have pictures of it. It was all black. Like me. 

Emmet has a bunch of remember everything exams very soon. Oh dear. I do not like exams. 

Zita does not have any remember everything exams this year. Just lots of long long stories and speeches to lots of people. All about how to think. 

Day Six Hundred and Twenty Three

I got cheese on my little breakfast today. When Craig was still in bed. Ha.

I always have a little breakfast before we go on our morning walks. So I will not have a grumbly tummy. And wake everyone up. 

I got the special cheese from the make the cheese very small cheese machine. Ha.

Craig and Paul went to the breakfast for not very much money store. They took the extra pieces of Niamh's new bed back to the store. They bought new pillows. Not for me. For gramma. Oh well.

Niamh came home early from school because she thought she was going to visit the dentist today. It is not today. It is tomorrow. Silly Niamh. 

Dogs never get confused about tomorrow. We only know about today. Tomorrow will soon be today. It is easier that way. People make things too confusing. That is why they always forget things. It is known.

Zita is writing again. For Mr. Saint Paul. A very big long story. She does not have to say it out loud. Just write it. I am helping. When Zita can not think anymore we go out and throw the Red Ball. I am a big help.

Niamh is going to dance tonight. At her other dance a lot place. Not her dance a lot school. That is good. Niamh loves to dance. Even without me. Emmet only likes to dance with me. That is nice.