Day One Hundred and Eleven

Festis 

Well I would have lost that bet.

Miss Pancake took to her crate in an instant and spent nearly the whole night there. Fast asleep.

Much to Zita’s relief.

Last evening the young ladies took Pancake for a little exploring of the front yard.

And she showed them her well honed Bouvier Bounce Ballet. In the snow. My goodness.

We just watched through the window. 

Then the ladies stayed upstairs talking about everything. 

So we decided it was just the right time for the three of us to be absent. 

And so we went on evening patrol and then over to Lansdowne to catch the last setting at SEN. 

Their beef and noodles soup was just the perfect closing for a long day. 

This morning, when we got home from our early morning patrol, everyone was up early again today.

Taking care of the new Miss. 

As Dugal reminds us, having a puppy is not for the faint of heart. 

Zita went off to get more groceries, as she is going to Ireland on Monday. 

And she does not want Craig and Niamh to starve. 

But as Miss Pancake is too inexperienced to be in charge, that responsibility has yet to be worked out.

We have demurred. 

When Zita returned Niamh and Tarryn took the car and went off to their work at The Three Trees. 

So Craig and Pancake looked out the window, until Craig went to meet his friends for their regular online coffee breakfast.

Fortunately Zita had picked up some apple pastries to accompany his coffee. 

And Miss Pancake took the opportunity to have her before lunchtime nap.

When Craig’s breakfast was complete it was time for her lunch.

Upon consultation with Zita’s friend we brought home new food, especially for puppies who are going to be very big.

It must be extraordinary delicious as Miss Pancake devours it. 

But she is not so sure about why there is not a never ending supply in her bowl. 

Zita had to find the ice chopper to clean up the side yard. As it was too slippery for both her and Pancake.

And Pancake was out in a flash to be Zita’s helper. 

And between them they pushed lots of ice into the front yard.

As we left on afternoon patrol we met her there. 

She was wearing her new collar and trying out her new leash. 

They still are ignoring clearing our street, so we took Holmwood to Bank Street, before deciding on Eddy’s diner for our early dinner. 

I had the French toast and bacon sandwich. 

Dugal and Furrgus just had a tremendously large plate of deep fried onion rings. And apple pies for dessert. 

I will make no comment, as they are family. 

When we returned both Zita and her shadow were relaxing after their strenuous excavations.

So Zita called her father, who has moved to a new hospital, while he learns how to walk with a brand new hip. 

We certainly hope the food is better over there. 

When our Emmet was in some hospitals, they had to rely on supplies being smuggled in by his mother.

One time when recovering from a damned lucky shot in the North West frontier, I had the good fortune to be taken to the Maharani of Behar’s own hospital.

And let me tell you about the food. Six absolutely amazing meals a day. And tea always on the boil. 

Lord I must have gained a full stone while recovering. 

I never quite recovered from her, mind you. But that must be another story for another day. 

Our Pancake was so tired from helping Zita she went into crate and slept nearly until Niamh got home. 

Miss Tarryn came along with her. They brought wine. 

We had already used our ration of calories for the day so we declined the kind invitation.

We just had some Jammy Dodgers and tea as we started the Times Crossword. 

I suspect tomorrow will be just as busy.