Day Two Hundred and Twenty Three

Miss Pancake 

Today is the day especially for lovely mothers.

And they get presents today too. 

But my mother is very very far away. In those mountains, minding the smelly horses. Oh my goodness me.

And I did not know what to do. 

But just then Mister Aidan came to our house. And he had a very big bag. 

And in it were very fat scones and giant croissants, because Zita is his other mother. 

Then I knew that my friend Zita is my other mother. 

Just like she is Mister Aidan’s other mother. Oh my goodness me. 

So I am very lucky because now I have two mothers. Ha. Good for me. 

And Craig even found me a tasty Mother’s Day present to give to Zita. 

Because she liked the secret present I got for her Happy Birthday I got her another one. 

But not the just same. Good for me. 

When Craig was fast awake he had one of the giant croissants for his breakfast. 

It was so big it did not fit on the tasty crumbs plate. Oh my goodness gracious me. 

I could not help him because I was way too busy helping Zita put the nasty bug screens on our windows.

But then she went into the front yard with the cut your toes off machine. 

So I had to stay her and mind Craig. 

But I minded her from my windows. 

But when the grass was all beautiful Zita and I went for our practice nice walking. I got treats.

Because I was a very good listener. 

Then Niamh and Zita went to their very favourite beautiful flowers and bushes store. 

I stayed here to mind Craig and he had another croissant for his lunch. 

So I helped him this time. 

Then it was time for my nap. 

And when I woke up it was my own lunch time. That was a good time to wake up. 

Furrgus and Festis 

Another quite beautiful day has blessed us.

We were just arriving home when Aidan Mahoney stopped by delivering a full bag of scones and croissants to his godmother Mrs. T.

A well brought up young man I do say. 

First thing this morning Dugal phoned his mother at Dunstaffnage to wish her a pleasant Mother’s Day. 

It being Mother’s Day here and not there, he was fairly certain not to have to talk to his stepfather. 

We took him to breakfast with us when he had finished. 

Ever since she re-married to that Campbell scoundrel, contact has been, shall we say, strained. 

But nothing can set a troubled mind to rest like a pile of blueberry waffles and a mountain of snorkers. 

So it was off to the Sunset for the early bird specials. 

As circumstances have prevented our presence, this morning Morag went to the Blackthorn-Badger memorial dolman, for the annual spring tidying.

Unfortunately our mother did not make it through the action where her sister Elseabeth lost her leg. 

Mother’s name is inscribed on the SOE memorial. 

After the war, we planted her favourite purple foxglove around the dolman. It appears they have in prospered in solidarity. 

Or so Morag assures us. 

The Laird never got over her death, and devoted his life to her memory. And revenge. 

They were bleak times back then. And by the looks of the Ukrainian situation we have not yet learnt our lessons.

Now having been warned by Mrs. T, we returned home as directly as possible, as our regular route was frustrated by camera toting tourists. 

Overwhelming the acres of tulips. 

And enormous tour buses littered the roadways. We barely made it home. 

Miss Pancake

Last night, when it was very late, after Niamh was home I talked to Poppy. About that squirrel.

She was not even a bit disappointed in me. 

She said one time that bunny ate nearly all very very favourite carrots in our own garden. 

And she did not even know until they were just gone. 

But we did not talk long because she had to help her friends chase the clouds away for us. 

I went right back to sleep. Mister Colonel Dugal right. She did not mind. 

This afternoon every time I looked out the window there were people on my street. 

And I did not even know one of them. Oh my goodness. 

And lots of noisy cars without tops wanting everyone to look at them. 

When Zita and Niamh came home they had even more beautiful plants.oh my goodness.

Then they had to find just the very best place for the new plants. 

And then they had to dig holes for the plants to live in. 

But they did not want me to help them dig the holes. Too bad for them.

I do not even need a shovel to dig beautiful holes. Ha. 

Then a man drove his car up on the sidewalk.

Because he was too much looking at Niamh and not where his car was. That was silly. 

And Zita put the too much sun umbrella up. 

So nobody would get all red and sore from the sunshine. 

But then a man just fell down on our street, nearly on my corner. 

So Zita and Niamh ran over to be helpers. Oh my goodness me. 

And somebody called the ambulance people. 

But everybody was just standing there, so my friend Niamh told everybody what to do and to go away.

Then she talked to the ambulance people. Oh my goodness me. 

But I could not go out to be her best helper. 

Because Zita was afraid that if people did not do what Niamh said I might get too fierce. That is true. 

Then the ambulance took the man to a hospital. 

Because he did not know anything.

Craig had to go in an ambulance when he crashed his go fast chair. 

But that was before I came here to be my family’s best guarder dog. Poppy told me. 

The badgers told me all about it. He even had to sleep in that hospital. 

I think you should alway go to bed in your own comfy bed. With your very favourite pillows. 

Then it was time for my first dinner. 

Everybody else had used Indian food for their dinner. 

That is when Zita opened my special Mother’s Day present. 

It was the very special marmalade from England. 

Then Niamh went downstairs for a rest. 

And Craig and Zita and I went into the den and watched the very good detective program from England.

Craig and I had some popcorn too.