Friday, 7 April 2023

Day One Hundred and Eighty Six

Miss Pancake 


This morning everything right back the way it was. Except for all the poor broken trees. 

When we went for our walk yesterday every where there were big pieces of trees everywhere. 



And some are still there. Oh my goodness. 

One of our own beautiful trees had a broken piece. But it was not a very big piece. That was good. 

But now I can see some of our grass. Right on our corner. Ha.



I got up early this morning so I could run all around the house for my exercises.

Before we went to work.

But we did not have to go to work today. 

Because it is a special holiday for the weekend. That was a good idea 

Then Niamh was awake too, so I took Zita and Niamh to my very favourite for fast running farm. 



And I ran all over everywhere. 

Because I have a very very long leash. 

And before we left two of Zita and Niamh friends were there too.

And they had not seen them for a very long time. 

Everybody talked and talked so I went to fast asleep in the back seat. 

And when we got home there was music. Because Craig was awake and turned on all the music machines. 

And he made some coffees and he and Zita and I had crunchy toast. Right in the living room.

There were lots of noisy clean all streets machines on our street today. 

And then even more clean the sidewalks machines came too. 

But I went to fast asleep because all that fast running made me very tired. 


Festis and Furrgus 

Well the power returned to our neighbourhood just after eight.

 Which was a great relief to all here. 

But knowing what the outcome would be we sprinted to Irene’s before it was inundated by the hungry hoards. 


We had the mushroom cheese burgers specials

When we returned, the sensible ones of the family had retired for a good night’s sleep. 

As did we. 


Miss Pancake

I was so fast asleep I nearly missed my lunch.

But I did not because Craig woke me up so I could remember. Ha.

Then I minded Zita when she talked to Auntie Eileen and Uncle Ciaran. 

Craig was cleaning big boxes of lots of wires. 

And he found a rope for me. It is a big dog rope. 

My old rope is getting too small for Craig and I to play our tug game. 

But my new one is very big. 

Then because it was as a beautiful afternoon Zita and I went for a little practice walk on our street. 

And we saw some of the all fallen down trees. 

We did not go too far because Zita hurt her hand this morning. 

And it was a bit too sore to hold the leash for a long time. 

Then she went for a by herself walk up to Bank Street to get some delicious desserts for tonight.

We are going to make our own pizzas for dinner.

Sometimes there is extra cheese. 

I stayed here so I could mind Craig.



My friend Emmet has found out that the long time ago horses could not juggle. And they cannot juggle even now. 

There were lots of horses on the ranch where I was born. 

And they could just run around. They could not juggle either. 

Sometimes very very very old stories are not even a bit true. 

Because a long long time ago all the words were different. So those books are very hard to understand. 

That is why Emmet has to write their giant story for the university in Ireland. So people will understand them. 

Craig told me all about it. He cannot juggle either. 

When Zita went to Bank Street every store was closed. 

Because of the holiday. Except Nice Mister Nicastro’s. That was Poppy’s favourite store.

It is a very very smelly store. 

Because it is all full right up to the top with cheeses. Cheeses from everywhere and very very tasty from Italy hams. Ha.



Maybe it will be my favourite store too. Maybe. 

When Niamh got home from doing all her studying it was time for dinners. And she found Miss Tarry too. 

And there was two different kinds of pizza tonight. My goodness.

And I helped Zita make them too. 

Everybody said they delicious. Especially the new kind we made.

And then Niamh gave me a little hair cut so I can see everything. That was a good idea.

So after we watched our detective program together in the comfy den. 

Until it was our own bedtime. 

And when it was finished it was our own bedtime. 








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