Day One Thousand and Six

Miss Pancake

It was a beautiful day today.  

And I took Zita for a lovely long slow walk all around everywhere. 

But then we had to go to our work. 

And Niamh had to go to her work too. 

Craig was still in the comfy bed.

Because he was listening to a new book. 

The present man brought us a very big box.

And it was not for us.

It was for Mister Tyler. My goodness.

Last night Zita put up the no bugs in the house door. 

So today was an open door day. Ha. 

Open doors are my favourite doors. 

At lunchtime Zita asked me if I would be her best minder on her empty your all full up head walk.

So we had another lovely walk. 

But it was not a slow walk because we had lots of work to do.

When Niamh came upstairs she opened that very big box.

Because Mister Tyler asked her to.

And it was a giant back suitcase. For all his hockey stuff. 

And he asked my friend Niamh to put it on so he could see it.

And Niamh filled it up with pillows. So it would be full up for the pictures.

So Craig made some pictures for Mister Tyler. Ha. 

It is a very big suitcase. My goodness me. 

Then everyone one went back to work, except me, because Craig put peanut butter on my lunch.

So I would not forget to east it today. 

Then I had my afternoon relax.

And I helped Craig with his another muffin. 

When our work was all over Niamh and I went into the back yard. 

Then she was talking with Tarryn, so I minded them. 

Last night there were racoons on my street. I could hear them. 

Because they knocked over people’s garbage boxes. 

But they did not come into my side yard today. 

Because I was here being the best minder dog. Ha.

Tarryn stayed for dinner tonight.

Because we had breakfasts instead of dinner. Ha. 

And there were outside cooked sausages. And giant bacons too. That was a good idea.

And we had those not really toasts from France. 

But we put maple syrup on them anyway. Ha. 

And after dinner I got z very very big piece of that flat bacons. 

Then we watched the way away Ireland detectives. 

But because I do not understand lots and lots of that Irish I went to asleep on Zita’s legs. 

Until bedtime.