Chantelle picked up a man - yahoo

Life ticks along at Regalridge with the season one of our prettiest.  Ken continued the deck flooring with another coat of something or other and items are beginning to migrate back.  That is progress.  It is a lovely area with a view of the river valley and the fields beyond where there are often deer grazing.  We think there is the potential for a sitting area in our future.  And then there was the Wednesday adventure.  Chantelle came home with a man - found him at the gate she said!  Ken put up a minor argument but Chantelle was determined.  She had found herself a man and she was keeping him.  He and his little car were coming on to the property.  And he has a job - life was getting better by the minute.  But he works out of his car - sharpening scissors and blades.  A little deflated, we dutifully dug out blades and the fellow settled in, in the back of his little old car.  Several hours later, the little old car drove out the gates, the hard working youngster having been fed dinner (you know Lee) and with muffins for the road. 

The kennel is ticking along.  The Lucy's are doing just fine, thank you very much.  Welsh Lucy is happy to have her pals Nemo and Trebia.  She loves the big yard and the opportunity to explore.  Airedale Lucy is happy with her yard, is taking her meds and is having no problems.  Laurel is being carefully managed through this early part of her pregnancy.  The men are on notice - she is a fragile egg and cannot be part of any groups.  They don't like that - Laurel likes groups, they say.  And she is bred, we respond.  We persevere.  Bella arrived with a very under the weather Shawn (he sends Karen his deepest thanks) and Chantelle worked on her into the wee hours. 

The house dogs are going strong.  Potions abound.  Piper wants the potion desperately and we have to disabuse her of the notion that she should be part of the 'I'm an old dog' crowd,  Nick just shakes his head.  Chantelle's friend upset the timing of the ins and outs but the dogs were fascinated by the stranger in the yard, looking out the window in shifts and treating him somewhat like the suppertime news hour. 

Dinner was the loaves and fishes.  Good thing there was lots of dessert.  Lee had brined chicken thighs but hadn't quite anticipated Chantelle's man - we managed.  There were lovely banana nut muffins and rum soaked dried blueberry brownies so nobody left hungry, we hope.  And tomorrow is another day