Was delighted to find a sweet, fat puppy, like a little bear, prancing round the kitchen when I came down this morning. Madge found him last night, probably thrown out because the Civic Guards yesterday inspected the dog licences. – Poor Dr. Scannell was in bed to-day, so I had two free hours. Found puppie still there when I came home. He is a dear little fellow, but we can’t keep him as he would be so much bother, and make such noise at night, so Mám gave him to Madge to take to Aunt Elsa. She might keep him. Saw in paper that the government are calling a national emergency sitting in which both houses will meet owing to the Republican raids and the shooting of this poor guard. Of course, it is propaganda for the elections but anyhow we want peace and quietness.
