Day Seven Hundred and Fifty Three

Miss Pancake 

Zita and I went to our farm today. 

Because it was way too beautiful to just stay at home.

So when we got there, I ran as fast as I could, and Zita said that I was the fastest dog at our farm. Ha.

And my ears were all flappy, because I stuck my head out the window both times we were in the fast car. Ha.

But when we got home it was a clean the house Saturday. 

So I was Zita’s best helper. All the time.

Because today she did not get the noisy clean the floor machine.

But when Zita makes the house spick and span she cleans up all my very own toys. 

And then I cannot find them right away.

Because they are always all together in the den. On a box. Too bad for me.

When Craig was all awake, Zita went over to Susan’s to borrow her blow everything everywhere machine.

Because ours got very old and did not work anymore. 

Just like my friend Craig. 

He is old and he does not go to work anymore too. Ha.

I could not go into the side yard when Zita was using that machine.

Because it would be too dangerous. 

So I minded Craig, and we had a very tasty apple rollup when he had his another coffee. 

Last night, right in the middle of the night, nasty raccoons knocked over Miss Jennifer’s garbage can.

And it woke Craig and Zita up but I was fast asleep. Oh dear. 

But it was not our garbage can, so it was all right. 

But they made lots of noise for a very long time. 

When they came to my house Zita scared them all away. 

That is why they went to Miss Jennifer’s house instead. Oh dear.

Zita went to the way too much store this afternoon. 

And when she got home she brought us special good morning treats. Giant muffins.

And lots of cheese, even the from Wales cheese and two very delicious squishy cheeses from France. 

Those are my favourites.

Zita told me that in a little while Mister Kirian is coming to my house.

So he can make a very very delicious dinner. For our say thank you for everything dinner party. With the Mahoneys.

And it will be hiscvery special pastas.

Because Mister Kirian is a cook. And my friend too. Ha. 

After our dinner we watched the detectives from France. 

But they only had wines not very delicious cheese. Too bad for them.