Day One Hundred and Nine

Well it is true. We know nothing about puppies.

We do admit that Uncle told us so.

And we do admit that he has much more experience in this situation, having had several squadrons of deer hounds in his youth.

And we do understand that when we met Miss Poppy she was well established in the household. 

So our expectations of Miss Pancake’s abilities to take over much of our responsibilities were widely over optimistic. 

She does not even know the names of all the rooms. 

Nor does she know us, even though we know her. 

And she is just learning her words. My goodness.

But she is undeniably smart, and very beautiful. So we were impressed. 

But our expectations that she will quickly start adding to the blog and accompanying us on patrol were obviously wrong. 

Last night she slept on the floor on the bedroom along with Zita, who stayed on the floor with her. 

Well as it was her first night away from her original home, and away from all her brothers and sisters what could one expect.

Just as we went out on early morning patrol Niamh and Tarryn came upstairs to relieve Zita.

We asked if there was anything we could pick up, but the house is completely packed with food they said. 

So we went off onto the still scandalously unploughed streets. 

When we returned Zita was at work in her office and Craig and Niamh and Miss Pancake were in the living room. 

Craig was on his second espresso, Niamh was listening to one of her university books. On her computer.

But right away Miss Pancake had found Poppy’s watching window and was looking out as her new world unfolded in front of her. 

So it is obvious, to us anyway, that Miss Poppy has begun briefing Miss Pancake on the daily schedule. 

What could be better we thought. 

Now the toys that we bought for her proved a bit too big, but one of Poppy’s old ones proved to be perfect. 

That seemed a perfect solution to all of us. 

Then she found her own ball and we discovered that she already knew how to play fetch. My goodness. 

Then at lunchtime Miss Sach came for a visit.

She cried too. My goodness. 

And she brought toys and they were just the right size for our Miss Pancake, including a rope. 

And then she fell fast fast asleep on Miss Sach’s lap. 

When it was second lunchtime and Craig reassumed his role as quartermaster extraordinaire. 

We are watching the proceedings with some awe. 

Our worldly experience, extensive though it may be, has obvious and important gaps. 

As Cousin Morag regularly and pointedly reminds us. 

Craig sent numerous pictures of the young Miss over to Emmet, so he and Miss Alice can share in the arrival. 

It was cold again in Cork, not as cold as at Tiroam, but still. 

And not a fireplace to warm his very little and very drafty apartment. And for that money it is scandalous. 

As soon as Niamh went to her online lecture Miss Pancake fell fast asleep on her leg.

We were so relieved that things are returning to normal chez nous, that we had our mid afternoon nap in celebration. And Zita joined us. 

As she did not have much of a sleep last night.

So at dinnertime Miss Pancake went under the dining room table and went fast asleep. With her head on Zita’s feet. 

By the end of dinner everyone agreed that an early bedtime would be preferred by all concerned. 

Perhaps it will be calmer night. 

One can but hope.