Friends helped us usher in the season

It was a lead up to Christmas Sunday and company was in order. The trees are up, the house is semi-trimmed and a dinner party ushered in the season. Ken has been angling for one of the 8 pound organic free range chickens from the market across the road so many hours of preparation later dinner was served. In the interim, Shawn came and went grooming Bella and collecting what we hope is pregnant Laurel. Jack departed sporting a new hair cut and a jaunty gait and the bathtub had a revolving sprayer, working overtime as dogs had Christmas haircuts. Ken visited with folks from NB who came to see the Regalridge dogs and then came in to help with finding the dining room. It has materialized from the renovations (finally) and habitation is assured. Our exciting early morning news was the advent of Northern Orioles at the feeder. We had never had these beautiful birds before and have enjoyed a flock of them today. They are sweet eaters so apples, banana and oranges were proffered for their dining pleasure to accompany the peanut butter suet already on offer.



The kennel is quiet so offering itself easily to the fall clean up of Regalridge terriers. They are always tickled with haircuts and baths and love to preen after an hour on the grooming table. Chantelle laughed telling us the story of Rocky who jumped back up on the table four times, hoping for more trimming each time he was told he was done. There is a bonfire of the vanities at the kennel this week. Piper is watching the little prince in amazement. He is now sturdy on his legs and marches around the area in the bedroom, sorting out his domain. It was wet by times so Charlotte had a wonderful day - endless hours of digging pleasure and pounds of mud moved accordingly.



The lead in to Christmas dinner approximated the Christmas feast - gouda biscotti with cheese and olive spread, chex mix (it's Christmas after all so it isn't a party without chex mix), potatoes and gravy, pancetta/chestnut stuffing, Ken's squash, brussel sprout slaw with spiced pecans in a sweet mustard sauce, cranberry sauce from Hants county berries, the lovely chicken and a Basque apple filled cake (a la Anita Stewart). We didn't suffer and the friends who joined us seemed quite content. And tomorrow we pack and leave for the journey to Dad's.

Christmas baking is advanced

Planning for the Christmas trip to Woodstock is a significant feat. Dad is completely undemanding so finding the key to his seasonal taste and interests is not always easy. This year, as with many before, we turned to Mom's favourites. Accompanying us on Monday will be a basket filled with Cherry Nut Bread, Banana Bread, Peanut Butter Balls, Cherry Flips and homemade Chex Mix. If time permits, Swedish Tea Cakes will round out the offering. Mocha Cakes (totally absent of chocolate so where the name originated nobody knows) are able to be found on the street corners in Woodstock so Mom's presence will continue to be felt through the house this year.

The kennel is ticking along with Jack and Allan holding the fort. The days continue to be unseasonably warm and, even though threatening today, the weather held until late in the day so Airedale and Welsh games continue unabated by weather. Chantelle had a day of trimming, working on a Cairn and the Airedales and applying a round of Revolution heading into winter. We had a scare with Patti - she didn't feel well through the day and really slipped late afternoon. Working with sugar water and our ever present boiled chicken, she rallied and was back to her Patti-self by late evening. Those health upsets occur only when the Vet office is closed - that is a rule of dogdom - and can be critical if left unattended. We aren't certain what occurred but Patti was 'shock-y' and sugar water was called for. After a couple of syringes, she drank herself, testament to Patti's approach to life and to the power of sugar water. By bedtime, she had progressed through the chicken to some of her evening meal so we seem to be back in business.

The remainder of the housedogs and the kennel crowd are thriving. Sophie is bright and active in her advanced years, the Norwich are kicking up fusses as often as possible and Paula continues to bring Viola up to be a solid little citizen. She sure is cute. Piper is amazed that the little prince is now mobile - who knew he would walk?! Today is moving day and we doubt Piper will be thrilled. They are going to the whelping room off of the living room in preparation for Ken and Lee's departure tomorrow. Chantelle may be camping with them - we will dig out the sleeping bag.

Dinner was a bar b que - excellent rare strip loin, roasted potatoes with onion and garlic sauce, mushrooms and onions and Christmas cookies (you have to try them after all to be sure they are fit to eat! And we are on to Sunday

On the road again, we were. After starting her day in the city, Chantelle picked Lee up and they were off for Truro (Lee had come home from her doctor's appointment where she had the pleasure of receiving not one but two flu shots, also being prompted that she will be needing two additional vaccines in the next couple of months). It was a quick trip through Louie's to fill a couple of orders then off to Tatamagouche to visit with Shelagh. Shelagh's speech continues to improve as do her mental processes. It is a pleasure to go in and witness the significant improvement each week. Shelagh is improving to the point that she would like to have better abilities to eat and see. She did go to the dentist - a disaster from all reports and no real surprise since the dentist was always a huge challenge. Last night we talked about an optometrist and Lee committed to following up with the hope that new glasses will help in correcting her vision. Shelagh has made it to the stage of enjoying books on tape or CD and is able to manipulate the CD player that we delivered a few weeks ago. She asked for books by authors like Tony Hillerman so not only is she enjoying them, she remembers and can pronounce her favourite authors. The women went armed with dinner - a chicken pot pie, gingerbread muffin and date squares. All met with success and as we left, Shelagh was gearing up for a game of bowling in the recreation room. After the long chat and catch-up, it was back in the car and, through rain and wind, back home to make Ken dinner.

The dogs helped Ken look after the property, with good weather until late afternoon supporting the several projects underway. When no one is looking, Ken scrambles up ladders and nails shingles on the upper regions of the garage. Can't you imagine the lecture he would dole out if that were one of us! The kennel is quiet, Ursey having left early in the day, and Allan Welsh arriving for a visit. Ken chuckled as he recounted the story of old Allan's arrival. He was dropped off at the gate by his doting owner and pulled Ken up the driveway, never glancing back over his shoulder to see that he was being waved good bye. He is aging well as older male Welsh seem to do.

The house dogs are thriving. Sophie and her court play ball every day; Patti looks after the property, delighting in her own bossiness; Piper is looking after the little prince but fretting over what she might be missing downstairs so spending a fair bit of time going back and forth; the little characters are still able to spend their days on the kitchen deck and Jack's run, enjoying the great weather and the young Airedales are maturing beautifully into lovely, sensible adolescents.

Early, before the day started for any but the house dogs, Lee managed to start the Christmas baking with a couple of cherry nut breads. That is always a requested staple for the trip to Woodstock. There will need to be a flurry of baking over the next couple of days to ensure that the Christmas containers are ready for the trip on Monday. Dinner was lovely fresh haddock and Ken had potatoes cooking before we arrived back. After returning a raft of phone calls and leaving a few for tomorrow, it was time to call it a day.

The Christmas market heralds the season

The Christmas market was a success. Going to Windsor yesterday to support Chantelle, Lee returned to Regalridge to report that there was no parking available, the mall was packed and folks were buying. Lee's basket was filled with books, Nova Scotia branded gifts, Avon Emporium's baked goods and lovely Christmas items. Business was booming and the vendors were all smiles. Jumping from one vehicle to the other, it was off to the city for an appointment for Ken, some Christmas shopping, dog food fill up and the addition of the Christmas tree. After years of pleading, Ken finally gave in and a life like but artificial tree came into the house. It is not the ideal, but Lee's health just doesn't bear up to the real thing and another winter of asthma and pneumonia a la Christmas tree was not something we were looking forward to. Ken is resigned.

The dogs are happy and healthy, playing with the yard toys and enjoying the balmy weather. Patti is smiling through the days - she has the place under control and the dogs falling in line. The puppies are good ones, not needing too firm a paw to keep them under control. Piper continues to run up the stairs to look after the little prince and run back down to be certain she isn't missing anything in the activity center of the house. The little fellow becomes more mobile every day but is very happy in our bedroom - we haven't had the heart to move him so he may well stay until he is ready to be weaned.

Dinner was a clean up night with a rack of ribs, chicken wings and fried potatoes and squash from Ken's garden. Not terribly inspiring but tasty. Baking is in the cards for the next few days so that Dad has his Christmas supply. Billy can hardly wait for his road trip and is packing his bags.

Wrapping is underway - we are ahead of the curve

Christmas is coming - have we mentioned that? It was a day for organizing and working in the office. The wrapping station is set up and the Woodstock gifts are wrapped and ready to go. Yahoo. Now for Dad's baking and we're good for next week's trip. Tomorrow is American Thanksgiving - have a great day and count your blessings, neighbours. Those poor folks can't start Christmas until tomorrow - think of the head start we smart Canadians have with the real Thanksgiving in October.

It as another lovely warm day - not much sun but how much do you need when you're rolling balls around your feet all day. The dogs are thoroughly enjoying this weather - supervising the men and exercising the yard toys. All is well in their world. Clint was so tired that at dinnertime he put up his usual protest at being in the feeding room rather than the den and when he was taken out to go outside, detoured into a den crate vacated by his sister, put his feet up in the air and slept through the night. He is such a nice young dog.

Ken had a Health Board meeting so dinner was late and reappeared as the birthday pizza (Ken ate the puny cheap cake but knew enough to keep his head down while he did it. He was alone in that effort). Chantelle's Christmas market is on today and tomorrow (Wednesday and Thursday) in Windsor at the mall. It is a highlight of her Christmas season - she organizes the market for the Chamber of commerce, knows the life story of each one of her vendors, worries about them all year and cares for them through the two days. Her parents were there today and had Santa pictures done with their dogs - we saw the results last night and the shots are excellent. This year she somehow managed to find and award winning photographer to do this job - only Chantelle - so people are certainly getting value for money. She arrived home last night with a box of her purchases - some lovely items and some great food. And we're on to another adventure tomorrow.





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A month away and counting

A quiet birthday at Regalridge with Lee in the kitchen but a great meal (perhaps we will forget about Ken's 'cake' offering which will not be repeated) and interesting gifts. And we move on to Christmas planning - it's a month away. The first tree is shining for the dogs in the den and little Viola's eyes are as big as saucers. Jo phoned from State College with birthday greetings and brought us up to date on the progress at the farm. Like Regalridge, the farm has unending projects underway including the addition of electricity to the various poultry houses. Lee is lobbying for a particular variety of chicken - a startlingly beautiful, fluffy variety that wears a black and tan coat - go figure. The best news is that Jo and Mary are coming for Christmas with Jazz, Eli and Haydn. Jazz really seems to enjoy his repatriation at Christmas and he and Lee manage the downstairs early each day. We have ordered the free range turkey (Margot's too) and are planning meals - a lot more fun for four than two!

It was another warm day and the games continued. Ken was outside making the most of the weather before the rains-which-didn't-come came. The Airedales supervised his projects and came in and out to give Lee updates. Piper is almost enjoying the little prince and his eyes are almost open so a new world is beginning. It will be interesting to watch Piper as he becomes mobile. She still is surprised every time she goes back to our bedroom after her frequent breaks and he is still there! Laurel's heat cycle was perfect - normal in every way and she has been bred to Nick on the optimal days so we are very hopeful that there will be little Airedales at Regalridge in January.

The kennel is getting booked for Christmas and, interestingly, for the two weeks before. It seems a lot of folks are doing Christmas early and returning home to do it yet again.

Dinner was the all day work of Lee's gourmet pizza. We hadn't done that in ages and it was great with a lovely salad of apple, blue cheese, sweet onion etc. Since we had been to Bitar's on Friday evening, we had exhausted the Elmsdale offerings of this nature so the favourite at home made sense for the birthday meal - and we won't go there on Ken's 'cake'. Tomorrow is another day . . .

It was a party night

There was a Monday this week and we filled it in bits and pieces. There was lots of early morning coffee to get Lee with three hours sleep alert enough not to fall over (remember, it was three hours the night before as well and our Lee needs her sleep). Then it was on to the paperwork and telephone, the dogs and the daily chores. Piper is delighted to have Lee home and had two days worth of stories - Lee was only gone one day and Piper didn't repeat herself - not her style - so Sunday was apparently a big day in Piper's world. Chantelle provided and overview of her day with Ken - and asked about the bread that was on the counter, asking if it was the apricot yeast bread that I made. No, Lee replied, it was olive bread which was met with an 'oh' that didn't seem particularly positive. After a raised eyebrow, the confession came. Chantelle made our Ken breakfast - olive bread french toast. Ken, to his enduring credit, told Chantelle it was good. Have we mentioned that Chantelle doesn't cook often? Ask Andie about her skillset in that area.

Ken carried Laurel to the vet for her progesterone testing - Lee didn't think the roads were safe for anyone if she were on them. Laurel was again bred to Nick late last night so we are hoping for good blood values from the university tomorrow. The rest of the dogs are happy and well exercised. The weather is incredible and everyone- dogs and people alike - is enjoying it. Ball playing is the order of the day and the yards are busy with busy Airedales and Welsh.

Dinner was outstanding. Margot and Margaret had their annual birthday celebration for Lee - replete with champagne (Lee's beverage of choice) great appetizers (they disappeared in a blink) perfectly prepared prime rib with side dishes and the piece de resistance, the famous frozen lemon meringue cake! It was a fantastic meal and the Regalridge people drove home to Belnan after a great meal with great friends. And tomorrow is Lee's birthday - get your voices ready to sing.

Lee flew away and returned while Regalridge held its' own

It sure is great weather. Staying at the 16 degree point is a wonderful thing in late November and we are all enjoying it. It was a different day at Regalridge. Lee went to Ottawa for the day, leaving on an Air Canada Jazz flight so up and going at 3:00 am. Taking a puppy with her for a friend just added a bit to the adventure (note, there is very little cuter than a buff cocker spaniel at 9 weeks old! Charlie went through security in Lee's arms, protested vigorously about being put back in his carrier and slept through the rest of the adventure. He was under the seat in front of me without any other passenger ever knowing there was a dog on board). And let us tell you about Air Canada Jazz, it is a tremendous Air Canada partner. The steward was a great fellow from Corner Brook. He refilled the empty vente Starbucks cup twice (to the top), recounting airline stories and explaining the operation of Jazz as he did. simply wonderful customer service at a good price - that can't be beat. The day was a difficult one with meetings with the Canadian Veterinary Medical Association that were challenging in the extreme. To put the icing on the cake, the 6:00 flight was missed. Flying with Porter airline was new to Lee and knowing that there was only one later flight was worrisome. Fortunately there was one seat left and Regalridge was back to its' full complement by 1:00 am.

The dogs on the property had a good day. Patti remained firm in her directions to the assembly and all knew that they didn't have to think a great deal for themselves - Patti would do it for them! Marguerite did give Chantelle and Ken pause late in the evening when she decided that there was an opportunity to wriggle under the new car corral gate to have a personal play area with a ball that was just too darned good to be shared. Piper and the little prince have bonded. She spends a great deal of time with him voluntarily - but declines the opportunity to clean him, leaving that to the people and a look on her Airedale face that says it all.

The kennel was quiet as is usual for late November. Laurel has been bred to Nick so we are hopeful of puppies arriving in January.

Chantelle kept the property moving along - Ken got his three meals and all was well in his world. This followed on the heels of a lovely lobster dinner Saturday evening with an apple and cranberry green salad and olive bread followed by date squares made that morning. Chantelle was in Digby at a birthday party having a great meal with the clan there. A busy week is shaping up and all is well in this lead up to December.

Shelagh was not amused by our absence

It was Friday and we made it to Tatamagouche. It had been almost three weeks and that lengthy absence was duly noted by Shelagh. We arrived during the lunch period (it appears to start at about 11 and goes to 1 by the time all of the residents are driven in, sorted, placed, fed and rearranged. We took the bags to her room first then went to the dining room - and the old Shelagh we know and love kicked in. Her head went up like a deer scenting the wind - no Hello or greeting of any kind but a bellowed 'hey' to the nurse followed by an ascending series of 'hello' until the nurse was able to respond. We still hadn't been acknowledged by Shelagh but by gum she was being taken back to her room - right then - without eating. And off we went - a small convoy down the halls and back to her room, at which point she said 'Hello' - only Shelagh. We had taken a chicken pot pie and the ever pleasant staff brought us a plate. Shelagh smacked her lips as she ate the pit followed by chocolate bread. We tried to put the banana bread away for later but that had to be opened so she could smell it - only Shelagh. There was an issue about the dentist visit that took up a fair chunk of time. Shelagh was very unhappy with the outcome of the exam and wanted both our input and intervention. We will follow up. It was all things considered a good visit with improving communication abilities thanks in no small part to her volunteer Inez. One high point was that Shelagh was delighted with every one of the twelve articles of clothing we had bought for her for winter. That was a bonus - now we have to hope they fit. The nurse brought us name tags to be sewn into them and when she saw the panic on my face offered that they had someone who could do it for us.

All is well at Regalridge with another lovely warm day. Tom finished a major project refencing the car corral. Parking will be much easier although Ken was the only person he allowed to act as car jockey yesterday. The dogs supervised with an eye on the tools, living in hope that they could swipe one so Tom would chase them.

The kennel is quiet - or as quiet as it gets with Lucy and Baron in residence. All else is well with the kennel residents although Laurel is ready to go home. Her progesterone level dropped back a point over the 24 hour period between the last two draws. She will have to go back to the city for Saturday's blood with results not available until Tuesday - week ends are anathema in this process. Sophie didn't eat well but was bright and active so we will hope for the best tomorrow. Piper and the little prince are doing well. The little fellow has a full tummy at all times and Piper then rests. They are still in our bedroom and I fear this is what we will have for the next few weeks - no whelping rooms for our Piper.

Last night was a rare evening out at a restaurant. Chantelle took Ken and Lee to dinner at Bitar's and Dawn joined us. It was a fabulous meal with great service. We highly recommend the restaurant if you are in the area and Lee is not at home.

Tomorrow we will be off in all directions so after a little housework it was time to call it a day.

Ribs are welcome at Regalridge

Another trip to the city and another blood test for Laurel. Her results are back after the blood has to be taken for shipping Good news - she continues to make steady and regular progress. We anticipate she will be bred this week end. On the way, there was a stop at Reg's to drop off some pot roast soup and pumpkin yeast bread for his lunch. That made the trip to the city more worthwhile.

Piper has determined that the little prince is not so bad after all. Even as he snoozes, she goes into the bed and keeps a watchful eye. We aren't certain that it is a particularly fond gaze but at least it is benign. Spending as much time as possible with our Piper is Lee's duty so today was one to sort the gift closet as a reminder of what is Christmas-ready and where holes need to be filled. We are well along and wrapping can start this week end.

The kennel is ticking along. With the circus gone things are settling although Lucy and Baron do keep the activity level constant. They will be trimmed tonight and depart tomorrow after a good exercise vacation in the country.

The house moved along well. Another beautiful day of weather meant the Airedales supervised Ken on his new ladder, barking encouragement as he swung his hammer. Tom had a lower vantage point so Patti stationed several of her underlings close to him to learn about fencing vehicles. I'm sure it will come in handy as they get older. We heard from Bob and Luella that the Olympic torch was a great hit in Annapolis Royal; there were crowds in period costume to greet and cheer its' progress through the historic town.

It was a favourite night at the table for Chantelle. Ribs were on the menu and both ken and Chantelle were happy as they sat down to creamed potatoes, Ken's squash and for dessert Lee shared Kelly's fantastic Airedale shaped gingerbread cookies with dark chocolate saddles. Life is good!!!

Tomorrow is the trip to Tatamagouche - Shelagh is anxious that we are overdue.

The middle of the week found us yet again at the Vet's having progesterone tests done with Laurel and a check on Nick for his viability (like us, he isn't young any more). Nick succeeded with flying colours and Laurel is close to being ready to be bred. Tomorrow's results will be close, we suspect but she will still have to go for a check tomorrow since results arrive after collection occurs to be sent to PEI's Vet College.

We received a wonderful envelope in the mail from PEI yesterday that will form part of a Christmas gift - thanks Janet and Piper! And it was a day of surprises. Chantelle arrived home with an armload of incredible CD's (replete with photos) of the Terrier Groups from recent dog shows. Thanks so much Tony and Karen. They are incredible!

The kennel is doing well and clicking along. It was a day of bookings - for early December. It will be a busy time with senior Welsh, young Gordon Setter and a variety in between. Lucy and Baron will have everything warmed up and ready and Laurel will have returned to Bella to make things right in her world.

Ken continues to sort out the property for winter - today it was mowing grass. Lee is busy with Piper and the little prince. All is well as long as Lee is there to praise Piper's parenting skills.

Dinner was pork chops a la Ken and apple sauce (Ida Reds a la Ken) potatoes and Squash from the garden and pumpkin squares. Life wound down early - Piper needed support. Ken needed a rest and Chantelle trimmed Scout. Tomorrow is another run to the city. We don't get a lot done when we are breeding a dog!

We strive to keep them all happy but occasionally it just doesn't work

It was a day for Laurel to go to the Vet for progesterone testing. She is well along and could be bred this week, if all goes as planned. Nick will go in for a check tomorrow. Lee's chocolate and eggnog breads were a hit at the Clinic this week. Then it was a trip to Costco for the vegetable and dog food run, with a few other bits and pieces thrown in. Costco was a madhouse, even though the Dartmouth Costco must have people there as well. There was a lovely crystal Christmas wreath that happened into the cart on top of yet another dog bed. Now, dog beds aren't normally newsworthy but this one is a bit unusual. Three people at Costco admired the bed and asked about the dog who would enjoy it, only to be told it was for a cat - they all looked bemused. By the time the Costco 'fareweller ' was reached, you would think a pat answer would have been formed, but no, out of my mouth came 'It is for the cat' and a lecture ensued - see, lady, there's the picture, it is a bed for a dog! It was a failure of a response and a lecture deserved. The back story is that 'Einstein the cat' will not stay off of the Day Planner on the desk. The Planner has now been moved in favour of the dog bed so that Sir cat has a lovely large soft perch to watch his birds under the chestnut tree and to nap in the sun. Perhaps that will keep him off of the only thing in the house that keeps any of us organized.

The dogs did well today. The weather is now seasonal, bringing out the Regalridge people's late fall coats and jackets for the frosty early morning and late evening. The dogs are happy with that. Cool is good. Even the sky has changed - less blue.

Piper is resigned to motherhood but feels she is paying a great price and notes that there will be payback. She has reintegrated, though, into her pack and spends some time each day reasserting her position as Patti's enforcer. Patti is much happier. Clem is still annoyed with Chantelle for having the nerve to leave for the week end and expressed herself throughout dinner.

The kennel is quiet, with the circus packing for their imminent departure. Lucy and Baron are exercising with abandon and Laurel is urging them on. She is not at all amused with her changed situation and is more than ready to return to Shawn and Kelly. Kelly is more than ready to have her back, saying that Bella is bereft and can't figure out where the heck they could possibly have lost her sister! They are not having a moment of peace. Guess the girls have bonded.

Costco sent a nice little chicken home for Ken's lunch - he was a happy boy. Dinner was the week end's pot roast and pot roast soup is now in our future. Ken had spent far too much time out in the elements so was exhausted (and tanned) by dinnertime. He managed to get through dinner without his head hitting the turnip but that was about it. Lee's crisis of the evening was not being able to get Paula out of her lap to go to bed. Each time Lee started to get out of the leather chair, Paula was quicker and had replanted herself - it was an interesting set of moves with Lee almost giving in and sleeping overnight in the chair just to humour the little Welsh. Piper, with the little Prince, would not have been amused to have a missing Lee. There are always new challenges.

The week is off to a running start. There has been a turn over in the spare bedroom and a waving of hands as John and Cathy departed. The circus is here until mid-week. Ken had an appointment in the city with one of his favourite specialists. There is a surgery in his future (early December) so we will look forward to having that behind us.

All is well with the dogs. It was another lovely day of weather so the dogs are happy and well exercised. Patti has all of the toys in her lair except for the two foot in diameter red gargantuan ball that is Sophie's pride and joy. Linda sent it to her from Virginia and Sophie plays soccer all day long with it.

The kennel is quiet. The circus is storing up for their departure. Lucy and Baron have arrived so that will kick things up a notch for the next week. There is no loafing around when Lucy and Baron are in residence. Laurel is back for her breeding and is distinctly unimpressed. There appears to have been a terrible mistake made and she has her nose pointed to the gates, as positive as an Airedale can be that Shawn and Kelly will turn around and remember her soon.

The nursing home called last night. Even before "Hello" I heard the ever patient Gail saying "Yes, Shelagh it is ringing. You don't have to repeat the number again". So, the good news is that Shelagh's memory for numbers has greatly improved. And the message is that we are delinquent in our trips to Tatamagouche (we will go Wednesday). Dinner was lasagne made by Lee and garlic bread also made by Lee. Then Lee was off to the city for meetings of the Halifax Kennel Club and back late. Tomorrow is progesterone testing for Laurel so the road to the city will be well travelled this week.

Food was central to the activity level

Sunday - sort of the day of rest. We had lots to do and lots of coming and going. Shawn and Kelly were here with Bella and Laurel. Laurel is in season and will be bred this week or next. That was an excuse for a nice lunch so Lee was on high speed - there was a pumpkin flan with bourbon and a chocolate nut crust, wild mushroom soup with port and pumpkin yeast bread (do you think there's a theme emerging?!). It was a good gathering even with Kelly's admission of her yearning for Spaghetti-O's (only available in Newfoundland). Bella left with her ears up and a spring in her step. I doubt that spring will be as spring-y when she realizes that Laurel isn't there.

There were lots of folks here to see the Airedales - just to get an Airedale fix, really. They are on the list for puppies asap so we do hope Laurel will oblige.

Chantelle found her way home in time for mushroom soup - looking over her spoon at the other eight people having lunch and begrudging them every bite of what she considers 'her soup'. She also managed to choke down some dessert as she regaled us with stories of the Moncton shows. Anjin picked up another point and Logan another Group 2.

The dogs had a great morning - the weather had been forecast to be miserably wet but the water hadn't started to come from the sky so with a warm overcast day the dogs were able to be out until late afternoon. That was when the heavens opened and down it came. The ins and outs in the evening led to dogs with frowns and glares on their returns.

Dinner was simple - bar b qued steak (outstanding), Ken's potatoes and vegetables with apple crisp and Kelly's Airedale cookies. And the new week starts.

Where's Chantelle?

Saturday was reasonably quiet given our missing Chantelle. The girls did find Moncton and went on to find the show. They did well with Anjin taking the points and Logan garnering a Group 2. Then rumour has it they went on to spend money!

The kennel has settled into its' rhythm, now that Bear has departed. Bear waved good bye just before lunch and poor Ben is lost. We will introduce him to Marguerite - that will ensure he will not have to think for himself at all - she is quite bossy. The circus is the circus.

The housedogs enjoyed the great weather and spent most of the day outside playing games and watching the cars come and go at the fruit stand and meat market. Ken ordered the Christmas turkey (Billy says the list is growing by the day and we really don't want to have the left over 40 pounder this year). Clem refused to get out of bed until 11 o'clock, pretty sure Chantelle would surface any time. There are far too many gun shots across the river - hunting season is anathema to the people and dogs alike - and we will all be delighted when it is over.

It was pot roast for dinner with a lovely apple crisp using Ken's Ida Red apples. Tomorrow is forecast to be rainy with balmy temperatures. We can live with that.

The work week ends with great weather

Friday's are generally an easy day of the week. The weather remained wonderful - sunny and warm, barely needing a sweater. The little prince went with Lee to the Vet for his early check and all is well to this point. Piper was somewhat happy to see him return safely and with her ex pen open, she is determining the course of his daily activity based on her wants and needs. That suits Piper to the point that Ken thought he actually saw her give him a lick. Progress has happened. Ken continues to put gardens to bed, tilling soil and raking gardens, cleaning vegetable and flower areas and tidying up the big property. He is happy with his progress and saying hallelujah for the weather's co-operation. Lee made plane reservations for Ottawa and shook her head at the downturn in the economy discussions as she tried to find a seat on a plane at a reasonable price - didn't happen.

Chantelle was packed and ready for Dawn early in the afternoon and by midnight they should have found Moncton. Whether or not they saw Cape Breton first is anyone's guess. This is the last show of the season in the Atlantic Provinces so the dogs are in great form and so are the girls. We will wait for results through the day Saturday and Sunday. It is an Airedale only week end with Anjin the puppy and Logan entered.

The kennel is full of happy dogs. With the great weather and well seasoned boarders, Bear's job is light. He has whipped Ben into shape in no time (considering that Ben was born here and has boarded with us for 8 years it was not a huge leap but don't tell Bear please) and the two terriers have capably managed number three yard. The circus is the circus. Patti looked after the front yards, managing her company with a firm paw and urging them to make the most of the weather.

Dinner was maritime - smelts and scallops with asparagus risotto. We finished the apple pie and are working our way through the fridge and pantry quite nicely. Tomorrow is a day for organizing. Have we mentioned Christmas is coming?

Meetings and Appointments - All is Well

Our Piper has almost resigned herself to motherhood although she is still having moments of rebellion. The baby is growing and really seems to like his Mom. She is warming to him but has absolutely no intention of doing any cleaning - no sir, no way that is disgusting! Oh Logan . . .!

Ken was in the city and Lee had CKC business so meetings and appointments came and went. With the addition of Piper's requirements we managed to keep ourselves busy. Practice baking for Christmas was started. An apple pie appeared for dinner and an eggnog bread was made - just in case we thought we would need that for Christmas or for Dad.

We did receive disturbing news from a friend in Moncton. A friend of his had an Airedale who became ill with a cough last week. She died within three days even though she had been taken immediately to the Vet. The preliminary diagnosis from the PEI Vet College is a mutation of the H1N1 virus. An autopsy is being done and we hope to hear more this week. While this was not one of our breeding, it is a situation that is alarming and points to the broad spread of this pandemic. We recommend that at the first sign of a cough, it would be wise to have your Veterinarian see your dog. Being too careful will never hurt.

The kennel is emptying out. Old Willie departed much to Bear's amazement but lo and behold, Ben arrived and Bear did a happy dance. He has a new pupil and another terrier so life doesn't get much better than that. The circus is the circus.

Dinner was a pork tenderloin in a tomato paprika cream sauce. Interesting but not likely to reappear given the mileage it put on being driven around Ken's plate. The apple pie was a hit, of course. Tomorrow is a trip to the Vet and Chantelle off to Moncton with Dawn and Tony and Karen. Maybe we will even get some Christmas organization done.

Could Logan Come Face His Responsibility?

Piper is not amused. She can't figure out why her life has changed so radically and links her lack of freedom to the little nuisance that won't leave her alone. Where did he come from anyway?! She would like to have a brief word with Logan at some point in the near future about paternal responsibilities.

It was another beautiful day so the dogs played in the yards and again supervised Ken in his outdoor chores.

The kennel ticked along with Bear in charge. He is loving both the company of old Willie and the greater responsibility now that Savannah has departed. The circus is the circus.

It seems Remembrance Day is not celebrated in Ontario as a Stat Holiday. Lee realized this as she sent email to the office only to receive replies that required work on her part. Days off are few and far between with all of the issues facing dog ownership. Working on the Blackberry while supervising Piper was a challenging but manageable situation. Dinner was a group effort but offered a beer can chicken, Ken's potatoes, squash and peas. Tomorrow brings appointments and meetings - and on it goes.

Well, it was a day. Piper went to the Vet to be checked and came home with one puppy. A cesarean later and there is one little boy upstairs in the bedroom. Piper is recovering from the surgery and is still responding to the anaesthetic. She can't figure this little intruder is or why he is attached to her - we are anticipating maternal instincts any time soon. Our vet is incredible and fit us in to a very busy schedule. As always, we are appreciative of that clinic - every staff member is caring and unfailingly pleasant and we are never turned away with a concern.

It was another incredibly warm and pleasant day. Ken worked outside on his gardens and yards, worrying about Piper and relieved when we arrived back. Dinner was a la Chantelle and arrived in nice cardboard boxes.

The kennel is doing well and Bear and Willie are going strong. Bear took Savannah's admonishment seriously and is supervising Willie with care and diligence. They are great friends now and will probably miss each other on separation. The circus is the circus.

Tomorrow is November 11 - a day to go to the cemetery in Bedford to put our poppies on Ken's parents grave. Chantelle will supervise the nursery.

Adventures in building

The days are planned for the week and it only took the morning. Let's hope there aren't a lot of extras that spring up.

It was a beautiful, summer-like day so Ken was outside settling the gardens for winter, turning soil and tarring the roof of the garage. Now, how he did that from the ground, since he was expressly forbidden to climb up a ladder and march around a roof, is beyond me. We'll give that some thought. Chantelle was at work in Windsor and Lee had to go to Truro for Shelagh supplies. Winter clothes will now fill her closet.

And then there were the shingles. Ken sent Lee to Kent - error number one, Lee agreed to go. Thinking it might be a good thing to just drive to the lumber yard rather than go to the order desk, the little blue car pulled up to the guard house and Murray came out with "What can I do for you?", giving Lee hope that this would go smoothly. "I need shingles" seemed a perfectly normal thing to say at this point. "What size?" responded Murray. "They come in sizes?!" was the shocked utterance and Murray's hands landed on his hips. "Well, we don't have every size in every colour so we can narrow it down - what colour do you need?" "They come in colours?!" responded Lee thinking furiously "Do you have pink?" Murray came off of the step and put his hand on the windowsill. "Who sent you?" "My husband and he forgot to mention size or colour" "Humph" - that most telling of male responses when they are not amused. "But he sent a picture" Lee quickly offered, hauling the flyer out of her purse. "Did he call these shingles? These aren't shingles, they're shakes and they don't come in sizes or colours, but if he doesn't know the difference between shingles and shakes he should be picking up his own supplies so he can learn." Murray responded with some force. He indicated where to park and said someone would come, get the bundles and load them in Betsey for me. There didn't seem to be anyone in the indicated area so when a fellow with a Kent sweater came out, the fullback pose was in evidence so he couldn't breeze by. Pointing, because while Murray appeared to be certain of their nomenclature, Ken had been pretty certain, too, and loyalty is important, after all, the fellow looked at the pointing finger and said "You want shingles, just a minute, Joe will get them for you". Ken was validated. This guy chatted as Joe loaded, (seems he is the manager/owner) he didn't think he would lift the shingles but was happy to entertain our Lee while they watched Joe work. Bundles loaded, it was back to Murray whose parting shot was that "Customer service is their motto and some customers need a lot more service than others." Lee has educated Ken on the difference between shingles and shakes.

The kennel said good bye to Savannah last night. She left admonishing Bear to remember all she had taught him, noting several times to all who would listen that Bear is in charge. Willie yawned. The circus is the circus.

The house dogs supervised Ken and Tom. Patti enjoyed that and kept good order all day. Piper continues on and is happy to be getting lots of attention.

Lamb resurfaced for dinner with the wine sauce and roasted vegetables. The end of the birthday cake was seen, polished off by all in attendance. Tomorrow will bring more Christmas and some planning for Woodstock, since Ken and Lee will be off to Ottawa and will see her Dad on the way. Allan Thoren is looking forward to the visit.

Sunday is a day to organize, meet and greet

Week ends are supposed to be quiet when you are retired. Hasn't happened yet. There was an ATA meeting yesterday and packing done by John and Cathy so Ken and Chantelle went to the City and Lee held the fort. Christmas is beginning to pop out all over. Dishes were put away and Christmas china came out. Window lighting changed with fall lanterns disappearing and snowmen arriving. It was a start.

The house dogs had a good day. Their morning was the normal supervisory routine, made better by Chantelle being here so more supervision required. Paula was a bit out of sorts as she was the grooming target but she is proud as punch of her haircut. Piper is progressing nicely but no puppies yet. Patti managed the yard, even with the showers through the early part of the afternoon.

The kennel is moving along well. Willie is enjoying his baked chicken but looking forward to the reappearance of hamburger. Bear and Savannah are happy and taking their responsibilities for the seniors wing very seriously. Savannah has advised Bear that she is leaving Tuesday so he is going to have to shoulder additional chores - advising of movement or potential movement or possible movement or no movement - once she has departed. Bear thinks he is up for the challenge. Willie yawns and shakes his head.

The remaining mac and cheese, a salad and roast chicken with birthday cake and ice cream rounded out the day. A friend was involved with the made for TV piece "Convoy" on the History channel so we watched that very well done show on the navy and its' role during WW II. If you have a chance to watch it on a repeat, it is a fascinating glimpse of our role during the war.
And we approach another week.

It was birthday day at Regalridge. Lots of activity accompanies birthdays. There was cooking, a little travel, shopping, cooking, company, cooking and presents. Did I mention we cooked? And ate really, really well. Ken was tickled with the day. We had lunch in the city and a good visit with Reg. Then on to pick up Ken's birthday present - a new television for the bedroom. It's a nice one and will take HD upstairs.

The dogs had a great day with Chantelle. Anjin the handsome Airedale puppy was here for his tune up. Karen has done a masterful job with him, quite incredible for a first time Airedale owner. We are mighty impressed even though she did get into birthday appetizers and thought we wouldn't notice. Nick went to the city - and assumed that since we got Sophie a new dog bed that last trip that there would be another for him to sleep in on this trip home. He was unimpressed when he found out that wasn't going to happen and complained all the way home. Piper is in the early stages of labour - the things are moving in her belly and she wants that to stop!

The kennel is ticking along and the seniors were happy with their hamburger and chicken dinner. Bear and Ken played games while Chantelle tried to take a couple of photos - Bear and Ken playing means a lot of movement so that wasn't an easy moment. Willie loves his grub and is doing very well. Savannah's owners called from North Carolina to ensure she is doing well and were delighted to know that she is looking after her two men, staying in constant communication with them through the day. The circus is the circus.

Dinner was great - the gouda-walnut biscotti was tremendous and will reappear at Christmas, the lasagne seemed to disappear at a good rate and the multi-layer chocolate cake was polished off with gusto. Ken loved his gifts - particularly impressed by his hat 'just like Jimmy's with FOUR lights on the brim. He will be able to land planes with it, we reckon. Earlier in the afternoon Ken had admired the Cape Breton scotch in the liquor store - pointing it out to me and speaking of an article he had just read about its' quality. Lo and behold, there was a gift bag from John and Cathy with that very scotch. Ken was tickled. And the solar lantern from Chantelle already has a place in the garden all staked out. The dogs found him a large stuffed Airedale and the Sullenberger book.

The snow arrived and the dogs laid low

All is well in spite of the snow. Yes, it snowed in early November and we aren't all that amused. Even the dogs were nonplussed. Little Viola said 'get me out of here' and ran into the house like the hounds of hades were after her. Clint and Georgie were equally startled and refused to go back outside. Homes in Florida may be needed in the near future.

The older dogs were a bit more understanding of the elements, if unamused. Patti ventured out regularly only to return with a disgusted look on her Airedale face. The others used her as a barometer and laid by the fire on their beds, raising their heads only to see if Patti would give the high sign. Piper is progressing. Food was left a dinnertime, a first ever for our Piper. Puppies are in the offing.

The kennel was quiet. The circus was out in their run. The senior parties were out several times but for very short stints and preferred the heated kennel and their beds much of the day. Savannah has become the cheerleader of the geriatric crew and keeps her men (that would be Bear and Willie) apprised of any and all activities occurring - sometimes before they even happen! By the end of the afternoon the weather event had passed and everyone was back to normal. The evening ins and outs were uneventful. Jessie Rachel would like to know why she has been sent to the kennel and says she can come back to the house any time. Nemo the old Welsh decided it was cold and his evening runs should be curtailed - Chantelle left him out too darned long, in his opinion.

With all of the preparations for the birthday dinners, little thought had been given to the fact that we eat every day. So, it became a winter meal of gouda and cheddar mac and cheese with caramelized ham. It was a success. Birthday plans are finalized (always subject to change) and dinner prep is well underway. Appetizers are finished (gouda-walnut biscotti, sweet and spicy mixed nuts and a cooked cheese spread with olives), lasagne sauce is complete and caesar salad and garlic bread accounted for. Ken's chocolate cake with cream filling and vanilla cream icing will wait until the big day. And that's it for now.

Leaves disappear in advance of snow in the offing

We are catching up. Leaves have been removed from the front yard and are piled artistically in garbage bags around the foundation of the farmhouse - with much chat surrounding aching backs and lovely bright days. It was sunny and jacket weather, seeming to make this project a less onerous one than sometimes is the case.

The dogs supervised the raking and movement of machinery around the property with their usual enthusiasm. The forecast is for a nor'easter so they made the most of the day after listening to the weather people. Patti was in charge so everything was well run and carefully managed.

All is well in the kennel. Willie loves his baked chicken thighs (cooked on the bone, of course, for more flavour) and is sharing the wealth with Savannah and Bear. The Nangreaves circus is not so fortunate. All eat without needing encouragement! Savannah and Bear have bonded and are looking after Willie in number three yard. Bear has the big double run for his stay and thinks he's pretty darned special - it has the elevated bed with a blanket and then his dog bed - fit for a king.

The rest of the day included the monthly discussion with Yellow Pages (finally sorting out, but an issue that took 5 months of phone calls to resolve their error) and precious little support from Bell Aliant (disappointing given their previous excellent customer service - what happened?). Paperwork took over life but a lot was accomplished. There is always more to do but paper was significantly decreased in the office. Dinner was special - a braised leg of lamb in Malbec wine with roasted fall vegetables and apple crisp with Spartans from Hants County. Then we added the new memory foam mattress to the bed. Mary had one of these additions to her bed in Pennsylvania and Ken was mighty impressed when we were given that room. Nothing would do but that he hunted and gathered one. It was finally put on today and impressed all but Einstein the cat who was not amused by his jump being increased by 4 inches - he has asked for a step ladder for Christmas.

And now we wait for snow.

We just don't value November enough

It is Christmas in the city. Ken had an appointment so we were off to the city early, greeted by Christmas decorations and stores with full seasonal displays. The only nod to November was the sale of poppies at entrances and the bright flash of red on the coats of frenzied shoppers. The birds and dogs were looked after and our pantry refilled as two large carts found their way to the Costco check out. The good news is that tortiere has arrived for its' holiday appearance and fresh dates are available along with persimmons. Sophie would like to announce that she received a new bolster bed and that it is very special! We may be able to get her off of it by Christmas.

It was a bright and breezy day so the dogs were content to be outside playing terrier games. We watched the rope toys as they flew through the trees with Georgie, Clint and Lola in hot pursuit. Baby Viola is growing up and still looking to her Mom for advice on that major undertaking. Paula continues to dote on the little character, supervising her activities through the day and teaching her all of the essentials - how to put your feet in the water dish when you are done drinking, how to bark when the wrong birds are at the feeder and the latest, how to get a running start to jump on the high couch. Little Viola is challenged by her short legs on that last one and is struggling to figure out how that levitation thing works as her nose hits the cushion time and again.

The kennel is doing well with the geriatric ward ticking along. Willie really enjoys his baked chicken so we are satisfied that he is thriving at 16. Savannah and Bear think he is an old dog and treat him with the respect due a senior. The circus is the circus.

Ken is sorting his projects for the late fall, getting the property ready for winter. We are tip toeing around the holiday season and will ease into it soon. Shopping is well underway and dates for parties are being added to the calendar. Somehow we do hope to slow things down a bit this year but I think we tried that last year and the one before - and perhaps the one before that. Dad called to ask about Christmas lists and also to provide a weather warning. His weather channel (coveted by Ken who feels it is far better than ours) forecast a nor'easter for Thursday night for Halifax. Time will tell.

Wet weather and squash soup

Warm and wet was the order of the day and the dogs think it could be worse. They like the warm weather and don't mind a wet coat - the people are a little less supportive of that environment. Nick and Piper spent the day with Ken in the spa at Regalridge. They look great and are ready for winter! Nick is proud as punch of his haircut and bath; Piper a little less so is much more focused on things moving in her tummy.

The kennel is rocking and all are eating. Willie requested chicken so we baked chicken thighs for him much to his approval. We fear for his next thought. Savannah is less demanding and Bear just goes with whatever is on offer. Old dogs rule. The 'Circus' on the other hand is active and well settled. They all take to kennel life like ducks to water.

The weather slowed Ken's outside project and drove him to the grooming room. Lee worked on paperwork and a meeting with one of the Vet clinics for the CKC. Dinner was a lovely chicken with mustard-wine sauce with Ken's potatoes and vegetables. Squash from the garden was turned into a nice fall soup and will appear on a menu this week.

PEI was a success

All is well the first week of November. We are back from PEI with ribbons and points on the babies. Clint and Georgie were great little characters at their first show and loved every minute. They were a little concerned as they were parted for the drive over but Clint settled well and enjoyed his first road trip. He was reunited with his sister when we all got to Covehead and the two partied - most of the night. They were likely the only two in the house happy to be facing the adventure of a dog show the next morning. Logan won all three terrier groups and a Best In Show. Jessie Rachel looked great and showed well in very tough competition. Georgie even managed to snare a rosette as Best Puppy In Group on Sunday. The weather was great all four days - warm, easily navigated and a true bonus for early November.

The dogs at home were content to look after the property, not missing the energy level of the missing puppies. Sophie had lots of ball games and ate well - bonus! Billy was bemused - where the heck was Ken - a grievous error had occurred and it didn't even bear thinking about that Nick was missing as well because Ken could never be that much of a traitor.

The kennel was busy with Old Willie teaching John that feeding included hamburger and hamburger and don't be worrying about dog food because it doesn't work when you are 16. Nova Boxer came for exercise and ran to her heart's content in the big yard. Savannah is doing great - as Welsh generally do. The Nangreaves circus is thriving and happy. We are anticipating Anjin's arrival since he needs to have his tune up now.

Arriving back at dinnertime, we managed a bar b que with the addition of Ken's potatoes and squash. It's always good to get home (although the strip loins, lobster and scallops in PEI at the farmhouse weren't exactly roughing it). And it's on to the routine as the week unfolds.