We did not go for our nice walk this morning.
We were too busy.
It is the sell all your too much stuff day in my neighbourhood. Last night we found lots of all extra stuff in the basement.
We brought it up stairs and cleaned it all spic and span.
This morning we put all our stuff in our driveway. Even rugs and black music boxes. And lamps. Ha.
Craig sold people lots of our too much stuff. For real money. I guarded him. And the money.
Lots of our friends came see see us when we were all outside. Beside our beautiful trees. Where it was not so hot.
Everybody wanted to say hello. And talk.
Craig and Zita had their too much coffee outside today. I even had my nice cold water bowl outside too. That was good.
Then we came in the house because of the way too hot.
So Zita took everything else and gave it to the nice people who help all the people who do not have even any stuff.
They had a big truck. It was a Mister Saint Paul's truck. Like Zita's other nice university.
We put the make the house nice and cool machine on. So I would not be a too hot dog. And melt into a puddle.
Then a man sat right on Craig's silver little car. Right outside my house. That is not right. It is not his little car.
I barked him all away. With my very fierce bark. Ha. Too bad for him.
Craig and Zita and Emmet went to see Niamh's very last dance at the dance a lot school. Last night.
All the dance a lot friends were way sad.
Even after my friend Niamh gave her own at the very end speech. Oh dear.
Then Niamh and all her dance a lot friends went to Miss Rachel's house. For a party. Niamh slept there. With all her friends.
So they could be all sad together. Then they would not be so sad. Ha.
Craig said it was way way hot at the giant stage last night. Where all the dances were. Oh dear.
He did not just all melt away. Emmet or Zita either. That is good.
Maybe we will watch the television tonight. In the nice not even a bit hot house. That is good.
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