Day Two Hundred and Four

Miss Pancake 

It was very sunny outside when Zita and I got up.

So I had a nice time in my side yard smelling the wind. So I would know what had happened when I was fast asleep.

Then Zita and I had our breakfast.

But we did not go for any practice walks this morning.

Because Zita had to go downtown to her other office. 

And today is not her go downtown day. My goodness me. 

And before the fast car took her away Niamh was awake too. 

So I minded her because she was still writing her do it at home exam. 

But when Craig got up we had toasty warm with butter croissants. In the den.

So we would not disturb Niamh. 

I went in and out lots of times this morning. Goodness me. 

But then I went in the den to mind my friend Craig. 

That is always an easy job for me. 

We did not have lunch until lunchtime was over. 

Because Craig was very busy reading Niamh’s next exam. 

But then he was finished and I got a very big lunch.

Because before dinner I go to my own school. 

And you should not have a grumbly tummy when you are at school. 

Then Craig had two round toasts, with butter and jam.

And he got a knife and cut them in half and then there were four toasts. Just like that. 

My goodness me that is a very good trick. So I got four bits today. Ha. 

We should do that trick all the time. My goodness me. 

Festis and Furrgus 

After all the weekends socializing we all felt the need to recoup our physic energy. 

So we limited ourselves to a muffin or two at Bridgehead and a cup of their hot chocolate before returning home. 

As our Niamh was deep into her second take home exam, were were as quiet as possible and snuck downstairs.

And so we had our well deserved naps on young Emmets fabulously comfy leather recliners. 

We felt quite at home, what with all the swords and spears propped up in the corners. 

And with Emmet’s full suit of chain mail, stashed under the bed, it just reminded us of home. I do say. 

Dugal noticed the spear from that old Sudan business, not the current one, the Madhi’s one. 

Well anyway, Dugal waxed on nostalgically about his adventures and quoted Kipling, at some length. 

We both fell asleep with those familiar stories enveloping us. 

Miss Pancake

Everybody was too busy today. So I had to play squid by myself. Too bad for me.

Even the badgers were down stairs being very quiet. 

So Mister Colonel Dugal was not here to tell me lots and lots of interesting stories. 

He told me that when Miss Poppy lived here Emmet used to read her the interesting stories from his university work.

But now he is in far away Ireland Dugal said it is his responsibility to educate me. 

Because I cannot just learn all about everything interesting only in my school. 

Like how to live in a tree when there are too many tigers about. 

Or where to buy the tastiest pastries in Vienna. 

Or where is the best tea time in Singapore. 

Or where to get your Kurkri properly sharpened in Kathmandu.

He is right. 

Nobody talks about fierce tigers in my school. Or even tasty pastries. My goodness me. 

But he was not upstairs all afternoon. Too bad for me. 

So I went into the dining room and minded Niamh until my friend Zita got home. 

And just like that we went to my school. 

Niamh could not home today because she was still writing her university work. Too bad for me. 

When I got home I showed Craig and Niamh my medal. 

Because I graduated today. I did not even know that. 

Now I can go on to my next class. Oh my goodness me. That was very exciting.

And when we got home there was a man who brought Zita a present. 

Dugal says that man always brings her presents. 

Dugal said I have to keep an eye on him. Oh my goodness. 

Then it was time for my dinner. And I was very hungry from all my work at school. Ha. 

We had more from Mexico food tonight. 

But it was not the same as yesterday.

Because tonight Zita made Nachos with chicken and two kinds of cheeses. 

Then Zita went to Professor Jill’s house to give her Willy his dinner.

Because Professor Jill was at the hospital with her other dog who had a sick tummy. Oh dear. 

Then Zita read Niamh very big story.