And the wheels on the bus go round and round

We are working toward the week end and the adventures are already starting  It was a busy but standard morning.  Lee was working in the office and Ken was managing dogs, thinking about gardens and working at full speed.  Then the dogs decided to kick it up a notch.  Ken ran up the hall (startling and unusual to see our Ken run) and yelled - the dogs are on the road!  He ran back through the house and Lee sprinted out the front door and down the lawn, zig zagging to miss the chestnuts that Tony had left to see if anyone would notice.  Grabbing the gate keys, she looked up to see Ken coming down the driveway with a woman (all gates were locked) and there was a school bus parked straight across the drive (that was a first).  The morning was n ot unfolding as it should.  Quick update to Lee - Ken's new woman was the bus driver, she was going past and saw the dogs escaping through the gate (another first), turned her school bus around and went after them (shades of Wally World).  She coralled Atlas and he got a bus ride home (the firsts are mounting) but there were still missing dogs.  Then along came Clint - circling the bus and trying to figure out how that alien-mobile had eaten his hero Atlas.  He asked Lee to wait a minute while he did a few more laps trying to figure out how to spring his buddy, reluctantly going to Lee when she sounded panicky just to reassure her that the aliens likely wouldn't get her as long as she stayed away from that thing.  His relief was palpable when he was ushered back through the gates and found Atlas on the other side.  That left Dolly.  The bus was moved (but not before the bus driver who had jumped the gates looked long and hard at Lee's feet with one blue and one burgundy slipper - (who expected a fashion analysis at that hour) and no doubt added that little gem to her tale to be told through the community)).  Ken went back to call Chantelle to come home to begin the ground search.  Needing little explanation beyond "dogs out" she decamped and only flattened one resident with a cane as she landed in her car and took off for home.  By that time, Lee had seen no sign of Dollyh and had returned to go in the opposite direction to find Dolly running in circles in front of the gates, bouncing off of them trying to get back in.  Lee had to get out of the car before the frantic Dolly was reassured that someone hadn't taken Lee's body and left the head (that was all she could see and it did not make her happy).  Once all of Lee was visible, Dolly relaxed and happily wagging allowed herself to be ushered through the gates, grabbed a ball in the yard and ran off happy to have access to her toys.  Only Charlotte was unhappy with the morning, too fat to be able to get through the gate opening that had been made, thus missing the great escape.  Years ago Bob Marshall had a dream of a bus full of Regalridge Airedales - we will now pay more attention to Bob's nightly musings.

The kennel is ticking along (as Ken points out, there is triple fencing on this property everywhere but at those gates and that has to change.  One break in 20 years and only our dogs in that yard but the gated community will no doubt expand).  Willie is doing well with Ken's ministrations.  He is eating steak and potatoes and is happy as a very old dog can be - he has expectations after all.  Darby and Penny are in charge of number four run.  Penny is enjoying her spring vacation and assures everyone that Darby needs a lot of instruction and that he will be a much better behaved dog when he leaves Regalridge as a result of her tutelage.  They both now come up from their exercise yard, trot into Penny's outdoor run and through the door so that Darby can be led to his own bed through the inside hall.  Marged and Shillelagh are as happy as two littlw Welsh can be - they love the country with the high activity level and all of the spring developments.  They are qutie certain that Ken's tiller is redundant - why would you need a tiller when you have Welsh?!

Dinner was the famous turkey casserole that suits everyone at Regalridge when comfort food is the order of the day.  And we move to the last day of tghe work week in preparation for the show week end . .