It was a dog-day and there were showers. There's news. The girls did well in NB. Logan again won the Group, this time under Sandra Goose-Allan. Jessie-R had a very good time in the ring, didn't get a rosette but did learn new tricks for Chantelle's amusement.
The kennel is rocking and Ken is a bit weary without Chantelle,Tom or Kelsey here. We worked inside the house because it was too wet to do much else until late afternoon.
Bailey the Golden was collected by Fay and wagged her way out the gate. Maggy the old Standard Poodle arrived and settle in as did Lucy and Baron among a flurry of barking at old friends well met. Max decided that his family is old news and that Ken is his newest and best friend. As only a Dane can, he met Ken in number three yard, bowed graciously and then gave him a good rubbing with that big head. Max is now happy. Holly has discovered the big yard (she was a reluctant convert) and now claims it as her own. Jack urges her on as she barrels around chasing whatever it is Bernese chase in their minds when there is nothing moving in the area. Pete and Hope take over with Pete bouncing and Holly carefully following. All are eating well. Roddi, Ruari and Trebia are exercising to their own drum. The bold little Westie has decided that he is, indeed, a big dog and looked Max over very carefully to see if he might be a worthy opponent. KC and Ruff are managing number four run and they have become great pals.
The housedogs are going about their business. Watching the yard yesterday morning, Patti was grumpily working to collect all of the toys that had been shared with the other dogs and carrying each one back to her lair under the trees. She was quite apparently underwhelmed to have had them distributed so heaven help anyone who tries to find something to play with tomorrow. Lori is firmly ensconced in the kitchen and seems to think she is pregnant. She is quiet, has that maternal look in her eyes and can't get enough to eat. Paula is as broad as a barn and getting broader by the day. Those puppies are either going to be plenteous or huge. Charlotte is teaching Ken how to play 'Here Kitty, Kitty'. She sits at the end of the walk leading up to the back door at breakfast or dinner time and when Ken goes out to get her, walks deliberately away looking back over her shoulder every few steps. As he increases his pace, so does she. He begins calling her as he would the other dogs, then gets more firm and that deteriorates to cajoling and finally pleading. Sometimes she comes in, sometimes she doesn't. That's our Charlotte.
John and Cathy were here last night for dinner and John (god love him) fixed both printers so we are back in business. It was a good meal of summer fare - bar b qued leg of lamb, hodge podge, white sangria (peaches, cherries and plums), toffee cake and homemade cherry/almond ice cream with Jack Daniels. Clem assisted in clean up as did Piper and an occasional Norwich. The day ended as we walked a tour of the property looking at the solar lights among the gardens and realizing just how beautiful Ken has the property developed. And another day ends.
The kennel is rocking and Ken is a bit weary without Chantelle,Tom or Kelsey here. We worked inside the house because it was too wet to do much else until late afternoon.
Bailey the Golden was collected by Fay and wagged her way out the gate. Maggy the old Standard Poodle arrived and settle in as did Lucy and Baron among a flurry of barking at old friends well met. Max decided that his family is old news and that Ken is his newest and best friend. As only a Dane can, he met Ken in number three yard, bowed graciously and then gave him a good rubbing with that big head. Max is now happy. Holly has discovered the big yard (she was a reluctant convert) and now claims it as her own. Jack urges her on as she barrels around chasing whatever it is Bernese chase in their minds when there is nothing moving in the area. Pete and Hope take over with Pete bouncing and Holly carefully following. All are eating well. Roddi, Ruari and Trebia are exercising to their own drum. The bold little Westie has decided that he is, indeed, a big dog and looked Max over very carefully to see if he might be a worthy opponent. KC and Ruff are managing number four run and they have become great pals.
The housedogs are going about their business. Watching the yard yesterday morning, Patti was grumpily working to collect all of the toys that had been shared with the other dogs and carrying each one back to her lair under the trees. She was quite apparently underwhelmed to have had them distributed so heaven help anyone who tries to find something to play with tomorrow. Lori is firmly ensconced in the kitchen and seems to think she is pregnant. She is quiet, has that maternal look in her eyes and can't get enough to eat. Paula is as broad as a barn and getting broader by the day. Those puppies are either going to be plenteous or huge. Charlotte is teaching Ken how to play 'Here Kitty, Kitty'. She sits at the end of the walk leading up to the back door at breakfast or dinner time and when Ken goes out to get her, walks deliberately away looking back over her shoulder every few steps. As he increases his pace, so does she. He begins calling her as he would the other dogs, then gets more firm and that deteriorates to cajoling and finally pleading. Sometimes she comes in, sometimes she doesn't. That's our Charlotte.
John and Cathy were here last night for dinner and John (god love him) fixed both printers so we are back in business. It was a good meal of summer fare - bar b qued leg of lamb, hodge podge, white sangria (peaches, cherries and plums), toffee cake and homemade cherry/almond ice cream with Jack Daniels. Clem assisted in clean up as did Piper and an occasional Norwich. The day ended as we walked a tour of the property looking at the solar lights among the gardens and realizing just how beautiful Ken has the property developed. And another day ends.
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