Day One Hundred and Sixty Five

Miss Pancake 

Everybody had a very busy morning. Very busy.

Because today my friend Zita has to find two aeroplanes to go to far away Ireland.

Because Ireland is very far away. You can not even drive your car there. 

Because of all the whales in the ocean. And wales are very big. So the cars cannot get by them.

So you have to find aeroplanes that know how to find Ireland. Oh my goodness.

I went on two aeroplanes to get to my house. They did not get lost. 

This morning after we had our breakfasts Zita and I went for a very long walk in the little rain. 

So I was very soggy and very dirty when we got home. So I had another muddy feet bath. 

Then Zita and I went to our office and Niamh went to her early in the morning class. 

When Craig got up he had a tasty pastry with his very first coffee. 

And he had another when he had his next another coffee. I helped him with the extra bits. 

I think he needed two pastries because Zita is flying away to Ireland after lunchtime. My goodness.

Then I had my morning nap. 

Festis and Furrgus

Well everything was all a bustle this morning with Mrs. T off to confront the hospital in Dublin. 

We wisely absented ourselves from the ruckus and eventually ended up at Little Victories. 

We have learned from decades upon decades of experience that getting ready for any voyage is fraught with potential missteps. 

And the fewer players there are the fewer opportunities for those to happen. 

Hence our early arrival at Victories. 

A few espressos, accompanied by more than a few Danishes preoccupied us until we felt it safe to return home. 

Miss Pancake 

Today is Mister Saint Patrick’s day. 

That is when lots and lots of people think they are Irish. But they are not. 

Zita and Emmet and Niamh are Irish. They even have little books that say they are Irish. 

And Emmet even lives right there in Ireland. 

Because that is where their very old university and Miss Doctor Alice are. 

Craig is not Irish. Sometimes he is a pretend Scotsman. But not so very often. 

Our friends the Blackthorn-Badgers are real Scotsmen because they have castles there. 

And they have their very own kilts. And giant swords too. Ha. 

I do not know why people pretend to be Irish. 

I am not even a bit Irish. I am Canadian, just like Craig. 

Emmet said that Mister Saint Patrick was not even a bit Irish either. And he was not all green. 

Emmet says that maybe he was from Wales. Maybe he was really a dragon. Maybe. 

My goodness people are very silly. They always want to be something they are not. 

I just want to be the very best minder dog for my own family. Ha.

I was helping Zita recycle a very big cardboard box when my friend Niamh came home from her university.

Her other class did not happen today.

Because of that Mister Saint Patrick’s day. Oh dear.

After lunchtime Niamh drove Zita right to the aeroport in our car. 

And I went with them to be their best minder dog. Ha. 

Then she would not be late for the aeroplane. 

Festis and Furrgus 

Well Mrs. T, with years of experience behind her, was packed and ready with little drama.

So Our Niamh and Miss P drove her to the aeroport to catch her flight to Toronto, to await her next flight to Dublin.

With this being Saint Patrick’s Day it was no wonder it was difficult getting a flight. 

We are always a bit bewildered by the good press that man gets, considering. 

Especially the nonsense about snakes. My goodness. 

Lord help them if they serve Mrs T anything green on her flight. 

Now we have not heard as to the whereabouts of the flood of cook books dispatched to the castle. 

But we did notice that Lochlainn’s name has not appeared in the local obituaries. So that is a relief.

Lochaber’s weather has returned to it’s normal dreary state, so the possibility of mass hypothermia has been reduced. Again to our relief. 

Mister Paul is apparently back from England as he brought croissants for his afternoon coffee. 

He had not met Our Miss P. 

Miss Pancake 

When Niamh and I got back home Craig’s friend Mister Paul was there. And he had croissants with him. Ha.

We had Miss Emily with us. We found her at the university. 

I was very polite when I met Mister Paul. 

He does not have a lovely dog, only daughters. Oh well. 

And after Mister Paul left we made popcorns. In the quick cooking machine. Ha.

Some fell on the floor. 

When food falls on the floor it is mine. 

Mister Saint Newton told me. Because it is his very own rule. Ha. 

Niamh carried me down the very scary stairs. And then I was in the basement. My goodness.

That is where Niamh and Emmet’s very big bedrooms are. My goodness. 

Then Niamh and Emily took my crate downstairs. To Niamh’s bedroom. 

Because that is where I am going to sleep when Zita is in way far away Ireland. Ha.

That is an adventure for me. 

When Niamh and Emily went out Craig and I went in the den. 

And a nice man brought us some tasty chips. And a little hamburger too.

But I only got a few chips. Oh well.

Then we watched a movie about scary soldiers. So I went to fast asleep on the comfy sofa. 

Until Niamh came home. Then I went downstairs to go to sleep. Ha.