Day Eight Hundred and Twenty Five

Miss Pancake 

We got up early this morning so we could go to our farm before our work made our heads hurt.

It was so windy cold at the farm our heads were all empty just like that. 

I found a big stick in the snow.

So I could practice my keep warm fast running.

Zita had her long and warm coat on, and her fuzzy gloves too.

When we were all tired Mister Clifford took us home.

My friend Niamh had the fast car so she could drive Mister Tyler to do his errands.

Today is Niamh’s grandad’s birthday in way far away Dublin. 

Now he is old. Ha. 

I am not that old. 

Because of all my fast running.

So Zita talked to him on the telephone. To say happy birthday to you.

And she talked to her Mam too.

That lady is Niamh’s Nanna, and she’s is my Nanna too. 

Zita told me. 

Because she has my picture on top of her fireplace. 

That is how you know. Ha. 

Good for me. 

I could not help Craig get dressed this morning, because we were very very busy.

Because of the giant party. My goodness me. 

But when it was lunchtime we had two very delicious muffins.

Because Craig said they were not giant muffins so we could have two and not be piggy. Ha.

I waited right beside him and reminded him to share.  

Because sometimes he forgets to share.  

Too bad for me. 

This afternoon we were very busy working.

Then my friend Niamh came home. Because she was all finished her hard work.

So we were going to go to the farm, but Zita heard us.

And she wanted to go too.

So all the ladies in my house went to our farm. 

Craig stayed at home to have more coffees. Too bad for him.

And we were there before it was all dark everywhere. Ha.

And we had a very good time in the snow. 

I got all snowy, but I melted.

When we got home Zita and Niamh went grocery shopping.

Because there were not very tasty things to eat at Mister Tyler’s apartment. 

So Niamh had to find some before dinner time. 

Then the fast car took her to Mister Tyler’s. 

And Zita came home to have dinner with me and Craig. Ha.

And she brought Butter Tarts for us.  

Butter Tarts are Craig’s favourite. 

At Merry Christmas time Zita makes own made Butter Tarts. Ha.

Then we went into the den to watch the very good detective program.

And we had some of those Butter Tarts with ice cream.  

I got to lick the bowl, before we went to fast asleep. 

We had a very busy day.