Day Eight Hundred and Forty One

Miss Pancake 

We were up only a bit early this morning, but we did not go to our farm.

Because we had to wait for the drying machine men to come with that new one. 

But first they took away the too broken one. Ha.

And then Craig was up too. My goodness. 

Because Mister Gord came to talk to Craig and Zita how to make their own money into even more money.

Dugal said they should have invested all their money in Apple, like he did.

I do not think that is true. The badgers never eat apples. 

They just eat restaurant food, from far away places, and drink scotch from dusty bottles. 

Craig said the only apples Dugal has had were in bottles of Calvados. Ha.

Zita said she thought that was true too. Ha.

It is from France, but not my part of France, another part. Oh well.

Mister Gord stayed until past my lunchtime. 

It was only a bit warmer outside but we went to our farm, before it got too cold again. 

But it was frozen toes cold outside, so we did not stay for a long time. 

Even when I did my very best fast as could be running, I was still all cold. Even my nose.

We saw some other dogs, but they were cold too.

So we came home in our warm as could be car. Ha.

After I had my lunch Susan took Zita away to help her with secret present shopping.

Because Merry Christmas time is nearly here. 

Craig and I stayed here.

I went outside, but Craig kept closing the door. 

Then I could not just go in and out when I wanted. 

And I told him, lots of times that I did not want that. But he did not even care.

He said it was too cold to leave the door open. Too bad for me.

Maybe Mister Saint Santa will not bring him any secret presents. Ha. Too bad for him.

We had sausages for dinner and there were buns just for them. 

Niamh was helping Tarryn at the lovely shop all day today. 

Because it is a very busy time at the shop. 

Zita said she is just going to fall over. Oh dear. 

She should stay here so I can help her not fall down. My goodness me.

This afternoon Craig made the little baby Jesus’s house. 

And he found all the animals that came to visit him too.

Even bears and a buffalo. My goodness. 

That baby was born in a barn, just like me, and my smelly big brothers. 

Maybe that is why I get very good Merry Christmas presents from his friend, Mister Saint Santa.

And Craig’s old Scotsmen relatives were there, to be minders for everyone. Just in case. 

But there were no badgers there. Oh dear. 

My friends the Badgers are very glad all the mail people are working again.

Because they were afraid their presents would not get to Scotland in time. 

So they talked to cousin Morag on the telephone, to tell cook not to worry, her Malayan cook book would be there before Christmas dinner. 

Our sausages were very delicious. I got a nice piece on my own dinner. 

Then we watched our detective program until it was everybody’s go to bed time. 

Then we all went to bed, so I could make Craig and Zita all warm, so they could go fast fast asleep.