Day One Thousand Two Hundred and Forty Six

It was a nice quiet day.

Saturday's are not so busy for me. 

The nice Queen and the rascal ladies do not call us on Saturday. That is good. 

Zita and I went for a nice long walk this morning. In the not so cold.

Craig had to go to his old friends breakfast all my himself. This morning. He knows the way. By himself.  That is good.

Niamh had to go to the dance a lot place way early. She nearly forgot to get up. Ha. Too bad for her.

Zita had to go to give more nice people their newspapers. And Emmet was writing another long story for his remember everything exams. 

It is still all about the old old mountain people. They did not like old Mister Pope so much. His helpers just wanted to burn things all up. Even way big stones. That is silly. Too bad for them. Oh well.

I had to guard the whole house. All by myself. For a long time. 

It was not so hard guarding the house today. The present man does not come to our house on Saturdays. 

When Craig and Zita were all back home they went right back out again. 

To see all of Niamh's little dancers. On the giant stage. With the very loud loud music.

Niamh only had one special dance. This year. Because she is the dance a lot teacher. Oh well. 

She is going to take care of some of her little dancers tonight. For real money. That is good. You need real money for the secret presents. 

Craig gets me my secret presents. To give to my family. I do not have any real money. Or pockets. 

You can not have real money if you do not have pockets. You will just lose it. It is known.

When Zita came home she put more Merry Christmas shiny lights on our beautiful trees. On the other side of our patio. 

Now the dangerous wolves can not hide in our bushes. 

And jump out and eat you all up. Just like my cheese treats. All gone. Oh dear.  

Now we have too many lights. They can not hide in the lots of light. Ha. Good for us.

Maybe we will watch the old detectives tonight. On the comfy rug in the den. Ha.