Day One Thousand Six Hundred and Thirty Three

It was a freezy rain day when we were all awake. And hard snow too. Oh dear. That is not so nice.

Zita and I went for a long walk anyway.

We were very soggy when we got back to our own house.

So Craig made us the giant very crunchy toasts. Good for us. And the too much coffee too.

Then Zita had to talk to the rascal ladies. 

Because the Merry Christmas time is over. Too bad for us.

Emmet is going to learn how to talk just like a way way old Scotsman. At his other university. 

Maybe he will have to eat only porridge. All the time. And listen to loud bagpipe music all the time. Oh dear. 

And he has another class all about way way old church people. In way far away Ireland. 

Emmet should have his own very old church. 

So he can have a big place to put all his very interesting all about the way old Gods books. 

The old Gods would like their own church. So they would not get too lonely. That is good. 

Craig's friend Miss Deirdre has her own church. But it is just full of Mister Gene's giant pianos. Oh well. 

But Miss Deirdre does not let her very dangerous Viking program go there. Ha. Only pianos. That is good. 

Craig is reading for our nice Queen today. 

Because the holidays are all over. Oh dear. Too bad for him.

Our nice Queen has been caught by the nasty colds. In way far away Scotland. 

Where it is always rainy cold. Oh dear. 

Because she only has little dogs. Not big fierce dogs like me to scare away all the nasty colds. Oh dear. Too bad for her. 

After our lunch Zita and Niamh saw a nasty man hit his nice dog. A lot of times. Oh dear. Oh dear. Even on our other beside us street.

Niamh was very upset. Me too. I barked and barked at him. He did not care. 

Because he is a nasty man.

I stayed right beside Niamh until so was not all too sad. And angry. 

Then Zita called the policemen. The policemen who look after all the animals. 

Maybe they will just chop his head all off. That would be good. 

Maybe Craig could get Miss Deidre to give us some of her very dangerous Vikings. 

The very fierce ones with the giant axes. To chop him up. That is what Vikings do. 

Because even very scary and dangerous Vikings like dogs too. It is known. Ha. 

Maybe we will watch new detectives tonight. On the television.