Day One Thousand Three Hundred and Ninety Seven

I had a nice quiet day. Because everybody was very busy.

We had our toasts but we did not go for our nice walk until way late. Because of the way too busy time.

Craig had to do some writing for our nice Queen. Just a bit today. Not all day this time. 

Emmet was in his cosy bed too long. Zita went down to the basement. To get him all wide awake. 

He was nearly late for his nice university. Ha. Too bad for him.

Miss Julia drove Niamh to their dance a lot school this morning. In the white little car. 

Not the giant every colour in the world car. Oh well.

We had toasty croissants for our lunch. In the den. With ham. Ha. Good for us. 

After lunch Zita and I had a nice walk. All around. All the way up to our busy street right to our nice bank. I got treats. Ha. Because I am a very polite dog. 

Only nice polite dogs get tasty big treats. It is known. 

Then two ladies came to my house. To make it all spic and span. Everywhere. 

Craig and I went outside. We played catch the ball.

It was not so noisy outside. We stayed outside until the nice ladies were all finished. 

It was all sunny outside today. That is good. We played catch the ball lots of times. 

Zita had to drive Doctor Susan to her errands. Because of the still way too sore sides. Oh dear.

Niamh said the new make me beautiful store made me as beautiful as can be. That was nice. 

We have lots of beautiful flowers in our garden. There were even more today. Ha. That is good.

Soon lots and lots of people are going to come to see all the beautiful flowers all down at our little lake. 

And even all beside the Colonel's road. Where we go for our nice walks. Where the special just for dogs treat box is. That is good.

They will all get too lost and have to ask us where to find the beautiful flowers. Oh well.