Day One Thousand One Hundred and Seventy Two

It is a soggy day.

We only went for a little walk this morning. 

Zita drove Niamh to dance a lot school this morning. Early. Because of her still too sore foot. 

And Emmet has a too sore throat. He has to take medicine. I am fine. Ha.

Zita is way way busy with the rascal ladies. 

Craig went to lunch with Mister Dave. He is a friend of Uncle Bill's. They had to talk all about the special sausage party. 

Uncle Bill's friends are having a giant party. With own made sausages and beer. And way good cheeses. In a way old giant house. To remember for ever Uncle Bill's own made sausages. That is nice.

Everybody is going. Not me. I will stay here. To guard the house. That is good. I will get peanut butter treats. 

I do not remember the own made sausages. They were not for nice dogs. They were too hot sausages. They would make me have a sick tummy. I would not like that. 

They were for Craig and Zita. They like own made too hot sausages. 

Because Uncle Bill is way busy driving his flying motorcycle in far away heaven we do not get them any more. Too bad for us. Oh well.

The silver little car is back in our driveway. That is good. 

Craig said it had a hole and all the stop leaked out. Oh dear. That is not right. Mister Mikes's fix your car all up store put brand new stop in it. That is good. 

Niamh got her brand new beautiful glasses. That is good. Craig said now she can see her feet. That is silly. Craig says way silly things. All the time. 

Maybe that is why our nice Queen wants him to go to work again. To say silly things to people. All about computers. But not be a knight. 

If he did not say silly things maybe he would be a brave knight. With a way big horse. And a sword. And a castle with scary ghosts. Ha. 

Our nice Queen has lots of all empty castles. It is known. Too bad for him. Oh well.