Day Six Hundred and Twenty Six

Miss Pancake 

It was a beautiful day today, so we went for a lovely long walk all around here.

So we could say good morning to everybody. 

And when we got home we were very busy baking tasty delights. 

And when we finished we had a whole Irish bread for our coffee. 

Dogs can eat lots of Irish bread, because it is good for us. 

And it always has lots of tasty crumbs too. 

But then it was time for our work, so we went into our office 

But before we were way too busy, I went into our bedroom, and got Craig all fast awake. Ha. That is a good job for me.

And when he got up he had two of those muffins Zita and I made. Ha.

But after her very long and not so important meeting Zita went downtown to her other office.

But before she left she made jam toasts with that brand new from Ireland bread. 

And she made one for Craig too. Ha.

That was good for me because Craig is a very good sharer. 

After lunchtime I went outside for an outside nap in the sunshine. 

Then a man came in a very big truck. 

And he had three very very big wooden round boxes for my friend Dugal.

But the man need someone to write on his telephone, so Craig did that.

Because I cannot write my name. 

Because I have not gone to our nice university yet. Just my own school. Oh well. 

But they were too heavy for Craig, even if his poor shoulders worked like brand new. 

So the man and his helper took them downstairs to the other room. 

The one with all the Badgers own wooden suitcases. My goodness me. It was very exciting. 

Then the man gave Craig the paper for those boxes.

And Craig said he would give them to Dugal when he is “in country”  my goodness me. 

It was so exciting Craig had to have another espresso. 

So he got his very little cup. 

So he could be pretend to be Italian, instead of being a pretend Scotsman. 

When he has some tasty croissants he pretends to be from France. Oh well. 

I do not have to pretend because I am always a lovely Bouvier dog. Ha. Too bad for him.

My friend Niamh is at that very very big and noisy aeroport in Toronto. She sent me a picture.

Craig looked at the weather in that place she is going to. And it is way too hot for me.

I am happy I did not go. It is not such a good place for nice furry dogs like me. 

When Zita got home I was very happy and I brought her my own bouncy ball. 

And then I helped her make the dinners before it was time for our detective program.