Zita and I could not have a sleep in today because it is a go to work day.
So after our breakfast we went into our off and I was her helper.
Craig and Niamh did not get up even a bit early today. Too bad for them.
When Craig was all dressed and very nearly awake he made Zita her special coffee.
And right then there was a package for me. Right between the doors. My goodness.
And it was from our friend Miss Daphne. It was a bag full of her own made very delicious own made treats.
Because Zita told her that I loved those treats. That was very nice.
And then when Craig was making his another coffee our friend Mister Garry came to visit me.
Because he saw the pictures of me playing in the snow. And he wanted to see how big I was getting. That was nice.
And then my friend Niamh was upstairs and just like that we went on an adventure. Just Niamh and me. Ha.
We went to the giant, and not even a bit far away farm. Ha.
Furrgus and Festis
We opened the curtains with some trepidation this morning.
But it was not snowing, the sun was in full bloom and the temperature had moderated.
Which is a good way to start the week I do say.
When Zita and Pancake appeared we got ready for our morning patrol and before they had finished their breakfast we were off.
As the weather had limited our patrols for the last few day we made a extensive sweep of the neighbourhood right up to the Mahoney’s home.
As we discovered nothing worrying we headed off to Little Victories for our breakfast.
Mondays are when the fresh doughnuts are delivered so we make a point of never missing that.
And as we are always right there when they open we always get the very freshest ones and the best choices too.
So we get a few boxes, which will tide us over until at least Wednesday.
When we got home Mister Garry was just leaving. He came to visit our Miss Dog.
Dugal said he had never seen a man so in need of another dog as Garry.
His own Mister Mattie was Miss Poppy’s cousin and now his need of another dog is quite clear. At least to us. My goodness.
But as he left Niamh and Miss Pancake went off to the Experimental Farm for some mutual exercise and perhaps a dollop of training.
And Zita went for a head clearing walk before she cleaned off some of the discouraging snow.
Leaving the house in Craig’s mostly competent hands we and the box of doughnuts went to our morning naps.
Miss Pancake
On our way to the giant farm we found Miss Emily and took her there too.
Then I ran all around and I was so fast I knocked Niamh right down.
On her bottom. Ha. Too bad for her.
Then we walked all over everywhere, I did not see and cows, but I could smell them and horses too.
I know all about horses.
There were lots of them on the farm where I was born. Horses are very big. Too big for houses. Too bad for them.
When we came home I had my lunch but I was so dirty from the outside I had to have a bath.
In the bathtub.
In the bathroom.
Niamh and Miss Emily put me right in the bathtub.
Because I was never even in a bathtub before. My goodness.
I got everything and everybody just as wet as me. Ha.
But I was a very good bath dog. Everybody said so.
And then I was squeaky clean.
But then I had to stay in the kitchen until I was as dry as could be.
Niamh and Miss Emily stayed with me and I got treats. Ha.
Then Niamh and Miss Emily went to the Mister Ikea’s store to find important things. Ha.
So Craig and I played run all around very fast.
But then I tried to jump into Craig’s own chair. So we could share.
But I was too big. And I fell off. Too bad for us.
But then it was time for me to be Zita’s very best assistant.
So I went into our own office. I was a big help. She told me. So it is true.
After we had our dinner Niamh and Miss Emily came home.
And they had giant speakers with them. They were nearly as big as Niamh.
A lady gave them to Craig and now he gave them to Niamh for her basement bedroom.
They are so big Niamh needed Miss Emily to carry them. My goodness.
After dinner I fell right asleep on my friend’s Zita’s legs.
So I did not see the nasty person get caught. Oh well.
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