Day Eight Hundred and Fifteen

Miss Pancake 

My goodness me, when I got up and looked out my favourite window it was so nasty outside that we just stayed right here, even after our breakfasts

And then my friend Niamh came upstairs to do her work, right from the comfy sofa.

So I was very busy minding both Zita and Niamh at the same time.

And Craig did not have even a sleep in.

So he went right into the den to listen to nice quiet music. 

And drink his coffee in his new see through cup.

And I helped him make our breakfast toasts. 

We have not had breakfast toasts for a long time. My goodness me.

But then I was looking all around for cousins Lucy.

But she was not here, because she is in Ireland again.

But I forgot. Too bad for me.

Zita made another extremely delicious peaches and oatmeal cake.

Because nasty windy days are the very right days for delicious peaches. 

My very good friends the Badgers love that cake.

It is their very favourite because it has lots and lots oatmeal. 

Oatmeal is all the Scotsmen’s favourite thing to eat. 

And Dugal poured some very old whiskey from Scotland on top. 

It was from the very big barrel in the secret room in the basement.

But I cannot tell anyone about it.

Because it is a secret. I know lots of secrets. But I cannot tell anyone one. 

Maybe I am a spy. A secret spy. Ha. 

Dugal did not shared it with Furrgus or Festis. 

He said they were still too young for that old as can be whiskey. 

It was a present from his great grandfather Murduvh, when he graduated from that other very old university.

It was not Emmet’s very very old university, it was one in Italy. 

Too bad for him Festis said. They had their very own whiskeys. My goodness me. 

The badgers are all back home because it is nearly Merry Christmas time. 

And that is their very very favourite time. 

Because of all our cheeses parties and Zita’s own made cooking. 

Especially those very special delicious hams and the tasty butter tarts. 

They do not have even one butter tart in Scotland. Not even made in a store ones. 

So the badgers always come back here for Merry Christmas.

And because this is where Mister Saint Santa brings their secret presents. Ha.

I got some of Craig’s cake, and I licked the spoon as clean as could be. Ha.

When our work was all over Zita and I went for our before dinner walk in the dangerous dark outside.

But we got back as safe as could be.

Because I was being her very best fiercest minder dog. Ha.

And when we got home I ran all around the house as fast as could be. Ha.

Then it was everybody’s dinner time.

Except for Niamh. 

Because she had to meet her friends. Too bad for her. 

Craig and Zita and I will eat all that peaches cake by ourselves.

After dinner it was time for our before bedtime detective program.