Niamh says I should have a blog. She says everyone has a blog. Except me. Craig will do the typing because I do not have any fingers. Dogs don't have fingers. It is known.
Sunday, 30 October 2016
Day One Thousand Five Hundred and Sixty Nine
Day One Thousand Five Hundred and Sixty Eight
Saturday, 29 October 2016
Day One Thousand Five Hundred and Sixty Seven
Friday, 28 October 2016
Day One Thousand Five Hundred and Sixty Six
Thursday, 27 October 2016
Day One Thousand Five Hundred and Sixty Five
Wednesday, 26 October 2016
Day One Thousand Five Hundred and Sixty Four
Tuesday, 25 October 2016
Day One Thousand Five Hundred and Sixty Three
Monday, 24 October 2016
Day One Thousand Five Hundred and Sixty Two
Sunday, 23 October 2016
Day One Thousand Five Hundred and Sixty One
Saturday, 22 October 2016
Day One Thousand Five Hundred and Sixty
Friday, 21 October 2016
Day One Thousand Five Hundred and Fifty Nine
Thursday, 20 October 2016
Day One Thousand Five Hundred and Fifty Eight
Wednesday, 19 October 2016
Day One Thousand Five Hundred and Fifty Seven
Day One Thousand Five Hundred and Fifty Four
Maybe I will get treats today. Maybe.
Even green been treats. Ha. Good for me.
Today is our very early day. We do not have toasts and too much coffees on early days. Oh well. Too bad for me.
Craig drove Emmet to his other university. Emmet is still way sore. From playing the Irish hockey game.
Craig said maybe he pulled something off. Oh dear.
I pulled my leg off one time. I could not run or go for nice walks for a long long time. Oh dear.
Maybe Emmet will not go for his nice walks either. Maybe.
It was our clean the refrigerator until it was all spic and span day.
Zita and Craig took the refrigerator all apart.
And put lots of way too old food in the garbage house. I was a big help.
I did not even eat one thing. Ha. Good for me. I just guarded everything.
And I chased an awful fly away. Ha. Good for me. I did not catch it. Oh well.
Now Emmet has a sore throat. And a sick tummy too.
He cannot have any treats today. Just his Irish tea. Oh dear.
Today is my very far away friend Mister Elliot's sing happy birthday day. Ha. Good for him.
It is nice to have happy birthdays.
You always get special presents on your sing happy birthday day. That is good.
I got a brand new big only for outside ball. Ha. Maybe Mister Elliott will get a nice ball too. Maybe.
We watched a very funny program on the television last night.
All about a family who ran all away from rain all the time England to a nice warm island. They found a very big house. But the bathroom is outside. Oh dear.
Their very big furry dog too came too. To guard them. Ha. That is a good program.
Craig and Zita took my friend Emmet's big interesting story to his nice university. So his professor could find it.
Because he is a bit sick. And Zita said he should just stay in his comfy bedroom.
Maybe we will watch another interesting program on the television tonight.
Then we can go all fast asleep. Ha.
Tuesday, 18 October 2016
Day One Thousand Five Hundred and Fifty Six
I had a very quiet day.
Zita and I went for a nice walk. And then we had our toasts.
Because I do not have a sick tummy anymore. Ha. Good for me.
Craig and Zita visited Craig's mother at the other hospital.
And then they went to get secret presents for our cousins in way far away Ireland.
Because Zita is going to visit all her family in way far away.
Not today. In a while. Zita told me.
I will have to guard Craig and Emmet for a long time. All day. And even all the night time too. Ha.
I will be in charge. But they will not listen to me. Only sometimes. That is not right.
Craig took Emmet to his other university this afternoon. For a long time. I guarded Zita.
It was very windy outside today. Our beautiful patio is all covered in fallen down leaves.
We will have to get the scary noisy machine. To blow them all away. Ha.
I will stay in the house. I will try not to be a too much barking dog.
Then we went for our nice walk. To our bank. Up on the busy street. I got another giant treat today.
Because I am such a polite dog. Ha. Good for me.
Before our tasty dinner Niamh called Emmet on the telephone.
So she could buy a new tiny refrigerator for her little room. At the far away university.
He gave her the secret numbers. Ha. They are Zita's secret numbers.
That is how you get the secret presents the present man brings to our house.
You have to have the secret numbers. I do not know them.
Because they are secret.
We did not watch the detectives last night.
Because Zita went to visit doctor Susan. After our tasty dinner.
So Craig and I watched the hockey game. On the television. In the comfy den. We lost. Oh well.
Too bad for Craig.
Maybe tonight. Maybe.
Monday, 17 October 2016
Day One Thousand Five Hundred and Fifty Five
Saturday, 15 October 2016
Day One Thousand Five Hundred and Fifty Three
Emmet told me. When he was all safe at home.