Day Two Thousand Five Hundred and Sixty Five

Zita and I could not have a nice holiday sleep in today.

Because she had to drive everybody to not too far away Montreal. In the black go fast car.

It was all full up to the top. 

With Niamh and all her friends and all the tasty snacks in the world. Ha. 

For the too loud outside concert.

So Zita and I only had a not so very long good morning walk today.

When the black go fast car was gone Craig and I had our toasts. 

We had the special for tasty toasts bread. Ha. Good for us.

My friend Emmet will be home tonight. If the aeroplanes do not get very lost.

Sometimes aeroplanes have to just sit right there at the aeroport. 

And wait for a very long time. Then they are all just late. That is silly.

It is because they have the wrong clocks in way far away places. Too bad for them.

After our toasts I had a nice nap and Craig looked for interesting stories for our nice Queen.

We played catch the ball for a little while. But it was a bit too hot for Craig. 

So we went back in the cool house.

And then I had another nice nap. 

So I had a nice quiet day today. That is good.

Because I was very busy all day yesterday. 

Because everybody needed my help. That is my best job.

The very loud stop a dangerous fire trucks were on my other street. They were very loud. 

But they went fast away. That is good.

Then we had a very fat peanut butter and honey toast for our lunchtime. 

Zita helped Niamh and Miss Tarryn and Miss Jules take all the tasty treats into the only sometimes hotel. Right in downtown Montreal. 

Before they went to the too loud concert.

Then Zita drove all the way home so we could go for our nice before dinnertime walk.

And she could go to her stretching all over store. Ha.

When Emmet’s aeroplane found Toronto he had to just wait there.

Until he can find another aeroplane that knows where we live .

But he wrote to us on the telephone. 

Maybe he can get a little lunch at the aeroport. Maybe 

But aeroports do not have very tasty food. It is known. Oh well.

So Zita and the black go fast car went to our not very far away aeroport to find him. 

And bring him home. To his comfy bedroom. Ha.