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.