Furrgus
She did not seem to mind, thank goodness.
It is very hard being a full time puppy.
We waited for all to be fast asleep before going on midnight patrol.
Just in case we were needed.
This morning Zita and Pancake were awake quite early.
Because of the time difference between here and there.
So we had to get dressed rather quickly.
Fortunately years in His Majesty’s service has given us much experience in doing just that.
Though in Dugal’s case some of that experience was gained in more embarrassing circumstances I hear.
Well anyway, we were off on morning patrol as Zita and Pancake had their breakfast.
And by the time we had finished we walked up to Bank Street.
Just in time for The Wild Oat to open and be ready for us. Thank goodness.
As it was quite cold we ordered their fine hot apple cider for starters, Festis and I had omelettes.
While Dugal decided on waffles and a cinnamon bun on the side.
Why he changed his order after absolutely forever was a mystery to us.
But so is much of Uncle’s life. So we did not comment.
When we got home everyone was awake and Craig had made coffee all round.
Niamh took the car, as she is working at the fabulous annual sale at The Three Trees.
Zita had to help her open the car doors because of the freezing rain. My goodness.
Miss Tarryn has been getting the sale ready for weeks.
And today Niamh will be there to sell beautiful clothes at advantageous prices. My goodness.
Then Zita shovelled our walkway.
Because our friend Miss Deidre is in Ottawa.
And she is coming here for an Indian dinner, right from the restaurant up the street.
That is our favourite Indian restaurant.
Though Dugal insists that their Prawn Biryani not seasoned sufficiently.
And that the Dum Pukht in Delhi does it better. A bit of a food snob is our uncle.
Miss Deidre loves Indian food.
She in here in Ottawa telling people all about how to hire all the right actors to make good movies.
We even have lots of her movies.
She went to the university in Dublin.
The one even older than Emmet’s university in Cork. It is the one with the famous library.
It is full of ancient books. Like the ones Emmet reads.
And her father was a professor at our own university.
And he was the minister who married our friends Craig and Zita.
But that was a very long time ago.
My goodness what a small world it is.
Craig said that Miss Pancake is quickly learning her words.
And that soon she will be able to tell her own story in the blog.
What a wonderful event that will be.
As we can reduce copious notes we continually take, so Craig can digest them for the blog.
Though Dugal says not to get our hopes up, as our audience would be sadly disappointed if we just disappeared.
My goodness what a myriad of responsibilities we inherited from Miss Poppy.
When we went out on lunch time patrol, we dressed in layers as it was quite chilly.
Fortunately the stores here are filled with the very warmest clothes you can imagine.
We are going to ship a trunk full to Lochaber.
We will get Niamh to find some stylish garments for Cousin Morag. No point embarrassing ourselves.
As we left Zita and Miss P were going on their own lunchtime adventure in the snow.
Craig remained in the house as the sidewalks are entirely impassable.
He should get one of the little tanks that clear the snow away.
And then we could all go McDonalds for take out.
Just after Zita and Pancake got home Mister Garry came to meet Pancake.
His Bouvier was Miss Poppy’s bigger cousin.
But now he does not have a dog so he came to see Miss Pancake.
He was very happy to meet her.
And when he left she was fast fast asleep.
It is very hard being a full time puppy.
We declined the invitation to dinner as we had already made reservations at Feleena’s for our own Imbolc celebratory dinner.
Apparently this house will not celebrate the coming of Spring until it is actually spring, which suggests a failure of faith if you ask me.
So we left them to it as we bundled ourselves up to venture forth in the decidedly fridgid weather.
And when we got home, it was just in time for desserts.
What good timing I must say.
Then Zita drove Miss Deidre back to her hotel, as it was time for bed.
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