Day One Thousand Three Hundred and Seventy Nine

Zita and I took Craig to his old friends breakfast this morning. 

Right up to the busy street. Then we went all the way down the street for our nice walk. Good for us.

When Craig came home my friend Niamh showed him her tummy. It was all bumpy and red. And sore. Oh dear. Oh dear. That is not nice. 

Then Doctor Susan said Zita had to take Niamh to a nearly a hospital. Oh dear. 

I do not like hospitals so much. Sometimes you go to the hospital and you can not sleep in you own comfy bed at night. 

You have to sleep right there. With their too smelly pillows. And no comfy duvet. Oh dear. That is not right. 

When they came home the nice Doctor said my friend Niamh has to have a lot of medicine. 

She has to take giant pills. And rest a lot. Oh dear. 

My friend Niamh does not like to rest so much. It is known. 

Craig said both her ends are on fire. That is not true. He is wrong. 

Not even one end is on fire. Ha. Too bad for him. 

Then Craig and Zita had to out to look at more cars for us. Not a too noisy car.  And a not too small for me car. 

Zita said finding nice cars is not very fun. Because people are not very good listeners. 

Zita does not like it when you do not listen to her. It is true. 

Sometimes if you do not listen so well you have to go and sit in the kitchen. All by yourself. Oh well.

When Craig and Zita were all away I guarded the house. It is my job.

Emmet was just reading his cut way far away long time ago people's heads off book. In the basement. Oh dear.

Niamh went all fast asleep. Because she is a bit too sore.

When Craig and Zita came home Zita and I went for a nice walk. Before dinner.

We had Emmet's favourite stick to your fingers little pieces of meat for our tasty dinner. 

Niamh did not have any. She does not eat meat any more. Only hot dogs. Or Chinese dinner meat. Ha. That is silly. 

She is going to take care of two little girls tonight. Niamh used to be their dance a lot teacher. That is nice. 

She said they are very nice girls. That is good. They do not have a nice dog. Oh well.

Last night we watched the old nice churchman catch nasty people. We watched two programs. Ha.

I had a nice nap.