Day Two Thousand Seven Hundred and Thirty Six

Zita and I had a very early in the morning walk today. Oh dear. Too bad for us.

It was still a very cold day outside so I had to wear my keep your feet warm boots. 

And we even lost one. In the way too much snow. Oh well.

We could not say good morning to everybody today.

Because there was nobody outside with us today. 

I think they were all still fast asleep. Too bad for them.

The black go fast car took Zita to her downtown office today.

Because it is too cold to find a smelly bus. Oh dear.

So when she was gone I minded Craig. Right on top of the big comfy bed.

And we had a little sleep in today.

Because Craig was listening to an interesting book. And it was about the Punics. Ha.

Emmet used to write stories all about the Punics. 

They had fierce giant elephants. Who climbed mountains. Ha. Those were good elephants.

The Punic stories were my favourite stories. It is know. 

But Emmet does not know all about them anymore. 

You cannot have those fierce elephants in Ireland.

Because there no mountains for them to climb.

Now he knows all about famous very very old Irish heroes. And sometimes their dogs too. 

Famous heroes always have fierce brave dog helpers. It is a rule. Ha. 

Then we got up so we could have our breakfast toasts. And Craig’s too much coffees. 

Then Craig went into the den so he could help our nice Queen. 

So I minded him. On the comfy rug.

Then Mister Paul came to take all the icy snow off the silver little car. 

So he could borrow it.

Because he had to get things too big to put on a smelly bus. Oh dear. Too bad for him.

It took a long time to get all the too much snow off the silver car. Oh dear. Too bad for him.

Last night Niamh got a prize. At the beautiful clothes store party. A special piece of paper.

And a lemon. With her own name on it. That is a nice present. 

But it was not a real lemon. It is a pretend lemon. I do not know why. Nobody told me. 

Craig had Scotsman’s porridge again. From way far away Ireland. That is silly. 

I did not have any. I got a crunchy treat instead. Ha. Dogs do not like porridge so much.

It is made with lots and lots of oatmeal. Horses like oatmeal. 

I do not know if they like porridge. Oh well. 

When Mister Paul came back he had tasty croissants with. 

So Craig and Paul and I had croissants. At the dining room table.

Niamh and Miss Tarryn were in the kitchen cooking lots of lunchtimes for going to work.

They were making pretend from India food. Ha. It is a bit too smelly. Oh well.

Then Niamh went to her nice university for her class. 

It is not a stay until late at night day. 

So maybe we will have our altogether dinner tonight. That is good. 

When Zita came home it was only nearly all dark today. Ha. 

So I took Zita for a not too far walk. And to try to find my lost boot. Oh dear. 

It was not so cold this afternoon. That is good. 

Maybe we will watch some brand new detectives tonight. Ha. That is a good idea.