My goodness me. We were so busy yesterday that everybody had a sleep in. Even me.
My friend Zita was even awake before me.
We went outside to our side yard for our breakfast and then Niamh was there too.
So I got into one of the carry everywhere chairs too. Ha.
Then even Craig got up and everybody had their next coffees there.
Niamh showed me the present she got from Craig and Zita.
And when you put it on your mouth it makes scary music. My goodness me.
I do not know if that is such a very good present.
But Niamh told me we can practice together and I can be her very best sing along dog. My goodness.
But then it was a bit rainy and it was time for Niamh to go to the shop so it would be all opened up for everybody.
So Zita and I took her there is our fast car.
And when we came back home Zita and I went on our good morning walk. And I was a very good listener.
So I got those special liver treats. Ha.
Then I had a very lovely nap in the kitchen to I could mind Zita when she was making everything neat and tidy again.
Parties are a bit messy, so you have to clean up everything afterwards. And today was afterwards day.
But just when I got into my watching chair there was a raccoon walking on my own driveway.
I saw it right away.
I think it was the same nasty raccoon and spilled all our garbage last night when I was fast asleep.
So I was very fierce and I barked at it and it tried to hide under Craig’s car.
But I saw it. Ha.
And barked even more until it went away to Mrs. Bruna’s house. Oh my goodness me.
Festis and Furrgus
When we opened the curtains disaster faced us.
Sometime in the midst of night raccoons attacked our garbage cans and spread who knows what all over the driveway.
And not one of us noticed.
Not even the diligent Miss Pancake. A cunning foe are those raccoons let me tell you.
Mrs. T soon tidied everything up before the garbage trucks arrived.
As it was a Soft Day, as we would say at home, we took our time going on patrol certain that the miscreants had long departed.
Now in our defence we were rather preoccupied by lasts night’s soirée.
The reminders of which were still visible when we awoke.
Mrs. T’s home made brownies were are great hit and since many of the young lads absconded to some bar to watch a hockey game, there was more than enough of her Pavlova for seconds, or in my brother’s case thirds.
We were perhaps over stuffed, which may well account for our not hearing the raccoon onslaught.
Be that as it may, after surveying the neighbourhood we dropped by Bridgehead for a light breakfast of blueberry scones.
But when we got home Miss Dog was sitting in her chair and on her laurels.
As she had intercepted a raccoon returning to the scene of the crime and saw it off post haste.
She is coming into her own Dugal remarked as we checked the refrigerator for any overlooked Pavlova.
Miss Pancake
Craig and I had hot dogs for our lunch. Even before I had my first lunch.
We have lots and lots of extra hot dogs and very fat hamburgers. From the party.
You always have to have more food than you think.
Because maybe you might run out of food. Oh my goodness.
Then your guests might think you do not like them so much. Oh dear.
So our refrigerators has lots of extra food and champagne too. Ha.
Then Zita went to see her friend.
Because that lady is going on vacation again and asked Zita to mind the house for her.
So Zita went to see everything and talk to the lady.
I had my nice after lunchtime nap.
In the living room so I could mind Craig too.
When Zita came home she and I sat in the dining room so she could make Niamh’s new dress fit just perfect.
That is a good job for me.
Festis and Furrgus
We when we awoke from our nap there was an urgent message from Lochlainn.
He said that Cousin Morag is too distraught to contact us.
Her contemptible parents are selling Dunbeath, the family home to the highest bidder.
And she discovered this while reading the real estate section of The Times. Incredible.
They did not have to nerve to give her fair warning.
But it did not surprise us.
Her mother never had a whit of common sense and her father virtually a Sasanach, being one of the benighted De Soules from \\The Liddisdale.
What could one expect.
Offers in excess of 25 million pounds sterling are to be expected the ad said.
Well that rather puts it out of the pocket change realm I must say.
Mrs. T is flying off to The Republic next week.
Perhaps she can drop by and offer some consolation. Or a silencer. Whatever seems appropriate.
Well that will certainly derail Morag’s secessionist flights of fancy. Thank goodness.
And Lord knows the Trust has enough idle properties that we can assign to her.
But Dunbeath has been in the family since The Restoration.
It will not be easily can dispensed with.
As Lochlainn said, the only remaining grace is that cousin Murchadh is no longer here having to confront another of his father’s debacles.
Small mercies I guess.
Well Dugal immediately called our lawyers, Murdo, Murdo and Murdo to alert them to the situation.
And obviously to see if there are any obscure codicils in Great Great Grandfather’s will that could scupper this abomination.
Perhaps the Trust cold slap a lien of the property.
With the current government in a state of flux perhaps some forcefully creative lobbying might be useful.
So obviously Dugal will call on Cousin Elsabeth.
Lord knows she will remember where all the skeletons lie, she having put more than several of them there herself.
Ahh. Families. Though our hearts do go out to Morag. Her parents are not her fault.
Miss Pancake
Zita and I went for a before dinnertime walk even though it was a bit of all the time rain.
I did not forget anything today. Good for me.
Then Zita took the fast car to Niamh so she could go to her dance a lot class.
Kathy brought Zita home in the no noise at all car.
So Craig and Zita and Kathy had some of those extra hamburgers for their dinner.
Then Kathy had to go to a meeting so Craig and Zita and I watch the very good detective program.
And I had a bit of a nap.
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