Seasonal summary wind down

It has been a lovely season, the quiet broken only by the warbling - of Chantelle's new Welsh puppy!  Yes, Chantelle went home to visit with her other parents and Regalridge repatriated the puppy.  Keeping up with the Schenks has been given whole new meaning.  And there have been lovely days of warm weather.  the snow has disappeared, rain is forecast and normal December weather has arrived.  There are birds at the feeders with the yellow Christmas birds in evidence among the blue jays and busy chickadees.  One lone pheasant is in great shape and busy under the chestnut tree.  Jimmy's dishwasher project has met with great success - Lee is delighted to report.   His abilities know no bounds.  And Lee made doughnuts.  Another line to cross off of the bucket list. 

The kennel is emptying out after an exceptionally busy Christmas period.  Remaining are Bailey Golden with her rules firmly in place, Ceilidh Spaniel who continues to do well, Maxifer the amazing bionic Golden and the Schenk crew.  Maxifer has the large suite and enjoys the space as well as the attention he receives given his infirmities.  He is a great fellow and much loved.  Crockett is somewhat disappointed with the departures of animals that he has so assiduously trained so is marshaling his thoughts to call in reinforcements.  Marged and Shillelagh are ably assisting.  There has been a gold star meted out, however,  Crockett and Zeus have decided that the outside bathroom routine is to their liking and have maintained their quarters in pristine fashion.  Then there are the Welsh . . .

The house crew are simply delighted that their people are in residence, the kitchen activity is in high gear and Our Ken is coming and going at regular intervals with interesting projects to be supervised.  Piper is all about help and is attached to Lee.  The evening found her in Lee's lap, a process that took a full newscast as she began on the couch and inched her way over as only Piper can.  By the time 'something interesting for last' was heard, Miss Piper was asleep with her head on Lee's shoulder and stretched full length in the chair.  Charlotte is thoroughly disgusted with little May's wandering ways and has a full repertoire of noises saved exclusively for the bumps received.  Her best sounds, however, are brought out when May simply climbed her as she is sleeping in a dog bed.  That is simply horrible in Charlotte's world and requires stentorian vocalizations.  May is completely oblivious.  Charlotte is appalled.  Rockey and Billy have called a truce in the house - whether or not it is seasonal is a question that only time will answer. 

Meals have been plentiful and frequent.  There have been fish cakes as a reminder that Mary and Jo were unable to visit this year but are still in our hearts.  There has been seafood casserole from Cy;s restaurant recipe as a salute to Ralph on the rainy West Coast.  Turkey, of course, is always and option and will be for some time to come.  A crown roast of pork was produced for Jimmy and Dawn (at Our Ken's behest).  Many breads were made and consumed and the after party saw plum pudding, hard sauce, lemon sauce (Meyer Lemons), steamed dates with hard sauce, Christmas cookies et al.  New this year was a puffed pastry concoction with a turkey and mushroom filling - as tasty as it is impressive.  New Year's Eve looms.  More food will no doubt materialize. 

Boxing Day in Nova Scotia - good weather and lots of coming and going

Nova Scotia Boxing Day is a day late.  Christmas and Boxing days are holidays here in the East and as a result, Canada's Boxing Day occurs on the 27th.   Now, we all enjoy the television but standing in line for hours, even in clement December weather, is simply unappealing.  Still, ubiquitous news shots of shopping successes abound so perhaps another year . . .  Regalridge was a busy spot with Our Ken ushering out many vacationing dogs.   Things are marginally quieter with some breathing room realized.  Scooter and Trebia have returned to their runs and less toting is required.  Dawn and Jim had a few spare minutes and were able to join us at table in the evening.  And for the seasonal bird count, the lovely yellow grosbeaks have returned in number to the Regalridge feeders to join the pheasants, jays, woodpeckers, chickadees, doves and crows.  A wind storm is forecast so perhaps there will be visiting feathered friends over the next couple of days. 

The kennel remains almost full, even after waving good by to Duke, Fiddler, Naomi and Moses, Bay-Lee and Gemini.  There will be a short hiatus now with Crockett having to regroup in his extensive instructions.  The Welsh are, of course, supporting his vocalizations, urging their older brother to even greater flights of fancy.  Ursey is managing to maintain her composure, although expecting her owners very soon.  Millie is enjoying her time, playing with her friend Gemini.  Ceilidh is more of an individualist and is taking her constitutionals singly.  Maxifer loves the kennel.  He gets out for his strolls about the yards, is eating well and shows a remarkable recovery, not needing his meds at all.  Keegan is kicking up her heels and enjoying life - a testament to Helen's care. 

The house dogs are well.  It was a pleasant day so ins and outx were frequent.  Charlotte is enjoying more time in front of the fire than was her wont in previous winters but enjoys her tricks and runs when  not asleep.   Full out or full stop are her two speeds.  Marilla was tickled with the company and had long, soulful chats with Jimmy.  He laughs at her shenanigans and Marilla loves that.  Piper maintained a close eye on Lee, enjoying the kitchen activity and the odd dropped bit that the Norwich missed.  Patti is a bit stronger and is bright, another step forward in her slow recovery.  Trevor is looking forward to Chantelle's return, exercising his legs and his lungs in equal measure. 

Dinner was preceded by the Christmas cheese plate and centered by a crown roast of pork.  Cooked on a bed of sweet vegetables, it was a lovely change.  With riced potatoes,fried apples,  roasted turnip, carrots and onions and, of course,  gravy, all was well.  Plum pudding is almost gone for another year. 

Snow for Christmas - how thoughtful

The season unfolds - whether we are ready or not, it appears.  And the turkey size is totally dependent on the day of collection - words to live by.  Christmas day was a busy one with a full kennel adding its own joy to the season;  Gifts were opened and duly admired, food was plentiful and frequent and all is well.  Einstein loves Christmas - there are boxes to try out for a fit and wrapping paper to rustle.  There are ribbons to chase and trim yourself with and best of all, gift bags to put on your head and bash about until you decide enough fun has been had.  Cats do amuse themselves, even at advanced ages.  June joined us for Christmas dinner - a bonus and a pleasure, although she only marginally acquitted herself in the turkey consumption area.  This bird is the size of a pony and is not showing much wear even after two days of attention.  Our Ken will be collecting next year's fowl much, much earlier. 

The kennel is chock a block full.  there are Goldens and Labs, Airedales, the Wheaten, the Spaniel, Welsh, the German Shepherd, Norwich and indeterminate mixes all enjoying their vacation.  Ursey, of course, is the highest maintenance, with her good nature making up for her anxiety.  Shepherds miss their owners to a power disproportionate to other dogs.  Ursey is no exception so requires significant time and attention to maintain her equanimity.  The plus is that she is a lovely dog.  Maxifer is our medical miracle - the Golden who has a platinum card at AVC and a list of instructions that only Our Ken with his post-graduate degrees can manage.   Max is oblivious to his ailments and replacement parts, loves the kennel and the big run.  Millie and her Labrador pal have bonded and wait for each other to go to the yards.  Ole Naomi, our geriatric addition second only to Old Bailey, is thriving.  Naomi wanders with Moses urging her on to greater feats.  she demurs.  Bailey enjoys Trebia - perhaps thinking that in her younger days she too had that speed and grace.  Duke is manging well on his first stay.  The Welsh are the Welsh with stentorian capabilities that would impress Paul Revere.  The Norwich are managing nicely.  Crockett is in charge of everything.  Zeus doesn't care.  Ceilidh is a great Spaniel, taking life in the kennel in stride.  Kenzie and Piper have bonded and look after Miss Bay-lee who is learning Airedale manners from her elders. 

The house crew love Christmas.  Lee doesn't leave the kitchen and food is plentiful.  Marilla has found the perfect spot, diagonally across the space between the corner of the cook top and the kitchen table, in front of the prep area.  It is impossible to move through the kitchen without stepping over Marilla and she is chuffed.  Piper hasn't missed a meal or a moment to add her sous-chef opinion.  At lunch, there was a circling of the wagons, for some reason, with Piper marching in slow step counter clockwise around the kitchen table with May marching clockwise.  Each time they met, Piper saluted May - at least, it was taken as a salute, otherwise discipline would have had to be meted out.  It was an odd performance offered for the entertainment of the dining public.  Patti is improving from her downturn before Christmas.  All are impressed by the snow, with special games developed for optimal enjoyment.  All in all, the season has been deemed a success by the dogs. 

Food is plenteous.

Clear sailing and power shopping

It was close to summer weather, roads were clear and shopping underway.  Bayer's Lake was a madhouse and far too many males of the species were allowed into Costco.  Do you suppose that standing in front of an item (any item, it appeared) and gazing with a vacant but panicked look will make it either leap into a cart?  Getting around these human statues was a challenge and slowed progress.  Not a good thing.  Still, the Regalridge mobiles - yes, there were two for the occasion - were filled to the brim with Costco's usual offerings and Lee's speed-shopped Christmas gifts.  Have you ever wondered why it is that women end up purchasing tools at places like Canadian Tire and Home Depot and men stand befuddled in jewelery stores hoping that inspiration will hit?  It is a perverse process and makes no good sense - and if anyone can explain why a person needs five ripping bars it would be appreciated if that little gem of knowledge could be shared. 

The kennel is filling to capacity.  Brunswick departed on schedule - Laurie well understands the routine - and Millie Wheaten arrived for her holiday stay.  Millie is a great dog and always a bonus.  She took one look at Gemini and decided they would be best friends.  Gemini is tickled.  Naomi and Moses are doing well, eating and playing.  The Schenk crew arrived with Crockett the Announcer advising all that he had arrived and is ready to take on all jobs available.  Old Bailey is settled in and comfortable.  She is sorting Our Ken out with her reminders of things to be done.  Fiddler remains in residence looking forward to his return home and the first view of his newly hatched sister.  And more will arrive. 

The house crew is getting along fine.  They are never truly happy without their humans in residence but they do cope.  Piper had a lot to say on Lee's return (likely coached by Our Ken) since it was dark and everyone knows Lee should never be out after dark.  May had stayed with Margot during the Florida trip and is happy to be home.  With Ken cooking them burgers on the grill, both she and Patti are managing to eat and stay mobile.  Word has arrived from south of the border that there will be Logan puppies during the season and excitement reigns.  The deer are fine as they stand near the blue spruce - until they light up.  Then the gloves come off.  Marilla is not amused that glowing creatures now inhabit the front yard and is determining her options.  she is backed by Charlotte and, on a good day, Billy.  Rocky demurs. 

Dinner was lovely haddock, pan fried and as fresh as could be.  NB potatoes and a tomato salad rounded out the offering.  All else is well. 

The weather is warm and grass still green

Regalridge is back to its usual semblance of normalcy.  This year there was a trip to Florida sandwiched in to the Christmas season.  That makes an interesting challenge with December 25 such a finite day.  Now, if Christmas could occur when each of us is ready, the season at Regalridge could extend through much of the winter.  Isn't that appealing?  And then there is the reality.  This week Christmas will be celebrated.  The outside gifts are wrapped and some have found their way to recipients.  The house is reasonably trimmed.  Our Ken has finished the outside light show and has outdone himself with the blue spruce trimmed in red with two deer outlined in clear lights feeding and watchful, respectively.  The center island in the yard is glowing red and white as well.  And then there is his garden - with blues and yellows and silver - a kaleidoscope that only Our Ken would even consider.  It makes you laugh to look at it and that, perhaps, is the point of the season.  Florida was a revelation to Our Ken.  He managed four theme parks in as many days and may never be the same.  There was Epcot (The Land was the hit) and Magic Kingdom (thank goodness for the Electric Parade).  There was Animal Kingdom where Our Ken was the magnet for the giraffe (the truck stopped an Ms Giraffe stopped to have a good look at Ken and drool on him), followed by the next stop where a white rhino wandered up to the truck to make eye contact - again with our Ken - to the amazement of all except Our Ken.  The baby gorilla had a great game of peek-a-boo with us and rolled on the ground laughing at his own creativity.  Animal Kingdom was more of a success than its precursors.  Then there was Sea World.  There was a question whether Chantelle and Ken were going to volunteer, leaving Lee to run Regalridge into the future.  With Chantelle's management of the adults in the party, shows were seen in preferred seating. occasionally in the 'splash zone' to Lee's expressed and ignored concern.  The whales were so close that they could be touched and the Dolphin smiles were viewed up close.  Even restaurants were more than adequate due to Chantelle's focused marches throughout the parks.  Then is was on to Orlando proper and the Eukanuba Dog Show week end.  That was enjoyed by all - great dogs, great people and much accomplished.  Lee has determined that Spanish lessons, though, will be a necessity for travel in the US in the near future and is considering her options. 

The kennel is filling for the season.  Naomi and Moses are in residence, managing well and settled.  Brunswick is here for the week but departing for Santa's visit.  Ceilidh the Cocker has settled in, is eating well and enjoying a run in the yards.  Old Bailey is in residence, sorting out the people dealing with her and reminding everyone of her schedule and her equipment - she will walk only on her own leash.  Fiddler has come to visit for a couple of days.  He has a new baby sister and is looking forward to meeting her asap.  Gemini is also here for her Christmas vacation and enjoying her time in the big area.  More arrivals over the next couple of days will make a busy season. 

The house dogs are looking forward to Christmas with an expectation that Lee will spend a lot more time in the kitchen than has been the case to this point.  . Piper is delighted to have her people back and her bedroom sorted out.  Marilla was relieved with the return of the natives and shows her delight by hitting Lee each time she passes by.  Abigail had Alex so would have been just as happy to have everyone remain in Florida.

Dinner was in the city with grandchildren and parents.  Tis the season. 

Christmas requires light - and lots of it

All is moving along at Regalridge.  Our Ken marched through the house muttering something about shopping.  When queried, he confessed that the crocus purchases got out of hand.  Having bought one package of ten, he had decided that was not quite enough so went back for another.  Problem was that the second package contained 100.  Chantelle noted on her departure that the front lawn looked as though it had been gone over with a pogo stick.  The alpha male's list still includes the wrapping of the roses (a parade theme in the making or perhaps a horse race) and the turning on of the outside Christmas lights - always an event.    Lee managed more indoor trimming, the Airedale Angel and the birds are on the Christmas tree and the mantle is lighted.  The kitchen continues to welcome addition and is officially seasonal.  Chantelle was in residence to trim some visitors and Atlas Jr. arrived for a trim and set by Lee.  He is a handsome fellow with one of the most beautiful heads we have seen.  Marguerite is producing beautifully. 

The kennel is quiet.  Ruari and Finn are aware of their heavy responsibilities managing the West side and are taking it quite seriously.  Well, Ruari is taking it seriously.  Young Finn is just being silly. 

The house dogs are well and continue to enjoy the mild days.  Supervising Our Ken is a full time job and the Airedales are just the dogs to do that.  His comings and goings are of particular interest and are heralded if particularly noteworthy - like when he morphs from a bent over bush-like looking entity to a full sized man who has taken on the resemblance of - Ken!  Marilla finds that particularly disturbing.  Jessie spent the day apart from little Trevor.  The youngster is being weaned and has decided that puppy food may be palatable after all, provided there is lots of goat's milk to wash it down. 

Dinner was the end of the pot roast and well and happily consumed.  With a date square to finish the meal, Our Ken was replete and ready to watch the Wizard Of Oz - well almost  . . . 

Outside work is easy in good weather

Another mild day with sun and cloud offered lots of opportunity for the dogs to have adventures and for Chantelle to be educated into the ways of wayward Airedales.  In residence to do a little trimming, Chantelle was led on some merry chases and departed muttering something about no need for a Wii at Regalridge.  Our Ken continues to put flower gardens to bed, sort garden equipment and generally find reasons to be outside.  The garden tractor was heard throughout the property, sporting a man with a Patriots cap and a big smile as he motored under the chestnut tree.  Lee spent the day encouraging the Christmas tree lights to be dutiful - with mixed results.  Our Ken also managed to fix something.  Remember, engineers are not handy by nature - that seems to be why they go to university for eight years.  Up early, there was a call to Bob the font of all technical knowledge to discuss the dreaded pump.  Now, waking Bob up to discuss the pump and expecting a deep discussion is folly.  Several calls later and with Bob in pump-mode, the fix was in and success was had - or at least, there was an aha moment after many pauses at the top of the stairs with exasperated sighs and 'where is the phone' comments.  And yes, a plumber does exist in Elmsdale but that, apparently, would be saying 'uncle'.  The evening ended with "It's a Wonderful Life" - a cornerstone of the season at Regalridge.  Jimmy always comes through.

The kennel is well under control.  Ruari is well and bright, taking his meds and happy in his palace of beds, blankets and paraphernalia.  Finn couldn't care less about the trappings and still gazes down the hallway hoping Chopper will reappear.  Ruff is settled in and taking life easy as Ruff has wont to do.  Trebia kept an eye on her area and was a bit ticked at missing the adventures with Sarah and Lola.  There is always hope for a sequel. 

The house dogs had a wonderful day.  Marilla began the adventures with a quick toy exchange on her way downstairs.  Lee expertly removed the pink dog before it met the fate of other stuffed toys in the great room as Marilla set her sights on Chantelle.  Lo and behold, there was a package of Cesar in the feed room.  That was expertly snatched and headed for the outside door.  Again, Lee made the catch and Marilla made her way outside with an empty mouth, much to her disgust.  A half hour later, all came back in to be fed and with slight of mouth and quick manoeuvres, Marilla managed to get to the feed room, snatch the Cesar package previously positioned in that Airedale mouth and get to her crate before Lee reached her.  Marilla's imagination is second only to her guile.  Keeping up with her is a full time profession.  Puppies, Patti and May are all well. 

Dinner was a t-bone.  Yes, "a" steak.  Our Ken went shopping and came home with a steak that Bedrock would have been proud of.  Well grilled on this lovely evening, it was accompanied by baked potatoes, onions and mushrooms and turnip.  All was well in Our Ken's world - particularly after all was washed down with chocolate for dessert. 

The return of the Regalridge-mobile

The return of the Regalridgemobile happened just at dinnertime after two days of warm and sunny weather.  The unloading was easy given that it was a quick two day trip to Woodstock.  Lee's brother was glad of the break in routine and the descent of the Regalridge activity level.  That seems to occur wherever Regalridge touches down - go figure.  There were copious amounts of packing and unpacking, work on the estate (coming to an end perhaps) the requisite trip to Houlton for milk and King Arthur flour, Girardelli chocolate and Christmas soft peppermints for Our Ken.  Sorting and a little Christmas decorating happened (a few surprises for Greg).  And it was home again home again within 36 hours.  Our Ken managed the driving with aplomb, even the detour to Costco for collection of Vito's lasagnes for Woodstock dining pleasure.  As unpacking occurred, it was evident that at some point there was also a side trip made to the Woodstock bakery for Our Ken's favourites.  Chantelle was waiting on the doorstep as the van returned, Christmas music playing and the weary travellers ready to regain the routine.  There was a dinner and Christmas movie to follow.

The kennel is quiet and manageable.  Chantelle's dogs are in residence to keep Ruari and Finn company.  Ruff is holding the fort nicely and keeping an eye on the little dogs.  It will be reasonably quiet until the descent of the Christmas canines. 

The house dogs are well.  Little May suffered through Chantelle's cooking and Marilla shared her thoughts with Lee about the mean beloved older sister.  This is generally the coming home ritual.  One of the other of the Airedales feels hard done by for some reason.  This trip it was Marilla who walked over to Lee as soon as she landed in the leather recliner.  Then it was Airedale head on Lee's shoulder and big sigh, long suffering gaze into Lee's eyes and then a fast head turn to Chantelle who had landed on the couch next to the chair.  More expressive sighs and gazing and the head turn to Chantelle.  The story was told - Chantelle is a meanie.  The back story is that Marilla was playing 'monster on the couch', a favourite game of hers.  As the Norwich came past, she growled and leapt up to make them run - Marilla likes to see Norwich run.  Chantelle mentioned to Marilla that enough was enough - and the 'I'm telling Lee' story was written.  Poor Marilla.  Piper came over with chapter two but only out of Piper-ownership of Lee, not because a real story was necessary.  And there was the June-update
"l was out at your place today. Sarah and the dogs were doing well. The pups were fantastic. Izzy was up first and was determined to win first prize. Then Breezy took the stage. There was a bit of hesitation in the beginning but she soon started to strut her stuff. I was getting tired after the the 2 girls but the boy dog was not going to be left in their dust. Gabe and I had a few words at the start and when he realized it was in his best interest to trot like a champion, the girls watched in horror as he took top honors today.
See you when you return "  Progress continues.

Dinner was Atlantic and good.  There were pan friend fresh scallops and risotto with peas.  All is well. 

Chantelle's market enjoys another successful year

The days continue mild and dry.  Those wet, cold November rains appear to be MIA this year and we are all relieved.  This was the week of Chantelle's Christmas market so the Toyota left Regalridge for Windsor.  The cross country trek was as lovely as ever with cows still in pastures and properties looking well cared for.  There is little real estate activity - a sign of prosperity in this very rural area.  The market was buzzing and vendors smiling so Chantelle had another successful event well in hand.  There were Christmas gifts purchased and more cranberries.  Wonderful bread from Avon Emporium returned to Regalridge accompanied by local creamed honey.  Bob and Luella met us and lunch at the local pub was a great as ever. 

The kennel has quieted.  Ruari and Finn are thriving although Finn is hearkening back to his hero Capone.  Naomi and Moses are well and happy. 

The house dogs are well.  They held the fort early in the day and enjoyed the yards in the afternoon and evening.  The warm weather supports Airedale play nicely.  The puppies are as happy as puppies can be.  They grin from morning to night, delight in whatever comes their way and can hardly wait to get up to greet each morning.  Bedtime comes early and all that shows are their bellies, turned up to the stove in the den as they snooze the night away without a care in the world. 

Dinner was light after the large lunch.  Lee managed a sandwich while Our Ken ordered bacon and scrambled eggs with parmesan (shared with May), toast and cranberry juice. 

Warm weather and happy dogs

The weather continues to be the news of the week.  It is warm.  Even cool is acceptable at the end of November but this week it is warm and forecast to continue for another few days at least.  The impressive snow of last week is gone and the lawns are green again.  The return of the pheasants has happened with Philomena arriving under the chestnut tree on Sunday afternoon.  And Our Ken is relieved that a second pair of chickadees has arrived to join the rest of the Hants County birds eating at his feeders.  It was a day for the Toyota to go to the city for a quick run (not really) through Costco and on to the Vet clinic for Patti's meds.  /The Costco report is that there are 'thousands of wanderers' in every aisle and they are simply standing with glazed expressions, purposefully impeding Our Ken's progress.  That rumbling heard throughout the city was not thunder . . .  It appears that the unmoving masses not only impeded the forward momentum of the Alpha Male but also had an impact on his shopping skills.  If anyone is in the market for white sugar, there is 40 pounds of it at Regalridge.  Flour, however, is sadly lacking. 

The kennel had a sorting day with Barrett departing at the crack of dawn (or before) and Finn's hero and pal waving good by at suppertime.  Finn is despondent.  Ruari shrugged.  Naomi and Moses are enjoying their turns in the yards and the great weather. 

The house dogs are well and happy.  Piper is urging Lee on to faster wrapping feats, more Christmas preparation and additional food that should be dropping for her dining pleasure.  The puppies are growing and thriving.  They are lovely to look at and fun to be around.  Gabe wags his entire body - no mean feat in an Airedale puppy.  Izzy has the enthusiasm of the young and a look in her eyes that makes you laugh out loud.   Breezy is a bit older and just that much more grown up - responsive and delighting in her younger siblings.  The weather was so mild that even Billy enjoyed the day - sitting on the top step of Jack's run and surveying the back acreage, the river and fields beyond.  Our Billy is a house dog extraordinaire so to see him sunning himself is a rare thing and testament to the perfect weather. 

Dinner was grilled beef tenderloin, baked potatoes, sweet onions and mushrooms.  Our Ken was a happy boy. 

Construction project complete

It was a day for melting and spring puddles.  No need for heavy jackets and Alex was working with Our Ken in his sweater with the sleeves rolled up.  There was a bit of a structural failure as a result of snow build up and the reconstruction took the two men much of the day.  Both seemed satisfied that all was well as the afternoon started to cast shadows.  Having a tall, strong grandson who is handy with a hammer is a good thing.  There was lots of activity as Chantelle landed with Clem and an armful of grooming gear.  Sir Riley departed with a spiffy new look and Baylee had her spa day as well as her ears put up.  She is a beautiful girl - a sister to our Breezy.  June arrived for a nice splash in the puddles with Izzy, Gabe and Breezy.  There is some question as to who was wettest at the end but the verdict was unanimous that it was not the dogs.  Fueling the crowd was Lee's job, taken seriously given the numbers.  And Our Ken walked through the kitchen noting "that poor fellow had a bad night" as Dylan sang It Ain't Me Babe on the Bose. 

The kennel is buzzing.  Barrett and Trebia had a great day in the yard supervising the construction and racing and wooing to support his direction.  Capone and Choppa managed number 3 yard, had some good rolls in the snow and enjoying the great day.  Moses and Naomi had a good day.  Naomi is doing well and seems quite energetic given her advanced years.  Ruari and Finn are bright.  Ruari is taking his meds with a bit less suspicion than on arrival but it must be a different strategy daily - he's a smart one.  Sarah and Lola had a good time in the yard with the snow restricting Sarah's escape plans. 

The house dogs are happy and well.  Patti had a nice day with Sarah in residence.  Piper enjoyed the day in the kitchen as did the Norwich.  Abigail had a trim and was not amused.  The star of her 'beloved older sister'  (Chantelle) plummeted.  Clem snoozed the day away - on the biggest bed much to Patti's annoyance.  Jessie's little prince is growing and at the point that when the whelping room door is opened, his little face pops up over the edge of the whelping box.  And Jessie is already teaching him Agility tricks.   Jessie sits on the little bed in the whelping box and the little prince sits up proud and straight parallel to his mother looking straight ahead.  It is adorable. 

Meals were frequent.  There were scones with red and green rock sugar in honour of the season.  Then a tomato soup from Our Ken's garden tomatoes, with fresh parm and bacon.  There was fresh bread and lots of coffee.  And dinner was lamb so all was well in Our Ken's world. 

Good weather and a new project

The weather has returned to it's clement state and the snow is melting.  Given that the ground had not frozen, the melting may be a bit slower than might have been expected.  Forecast show double digit days early next week with the potential for 10 on the week end as well.  It has been a sunny and mild November, almost making up for the wet and cool summer.  Thank goodness for the hiatus in France where weather seems always to be perfect.  The melting snow on the roof of the kennel brought surprises.  The overhang on the East side requires immediate attention so the van meandered off to the welcoming arms of Rona.  Alex is setting aside his studies to come out and give Our Ken a hand with the repair project.  There was a continuation of the Christmas wrapping project and another foray into the storage room for the glass tree that shines in the kitchen throughout the season. 

The kennel is busy.  This has been the theme in recent years with folks visiting before Christmas and returning home for the season.   Naomi and Moses are in residence and settled.  Capine and Chopper have welcomed them.  Finn is amazed at all of the ankles that are trotting past his eye level.    Barrett arrived with a song for Trebia.  The little Cirneco does not like snow so it took Barrett's Woo Woo Woo encouragement to lure her out for the chase.  Once there, all was well and the game was on.   Little Bella departed with a wave and Lola is considering her options.  Ruari and Finn have a little estate built in their pen with blankets, beds and sundry comforts.  All is well in their world.  Baylee Airedale arrived for a spa day and ear treatment.  She is stunning.  A sister of Breezy, she is a strapping girl with a head that breeders die to produce.  What a lovely Marguerite puppy and what a great job her owners are doing with her. 

The house dogs are conflicted.  There is snow so it is wet play but warm weather and sun lures them outside.  Then there is the fire, dog beds and sun coming through the great room windows.  Choices, choices.  Patti opts to sleep as long as the correct bed is available to her.  Charlotte delights in seconding that particular bed, to torture Patti as much as because she watns it.  The little Norwich enjoy one of their little couches and Piper shadows Lee.    Marilla and Dolly are restless - it is hunting season and the gunshots are unsettling for these two in particular.  Breezy has graduated to the big Airedale pack and is tickled with her upgrade.  Still, there is the draw of teh playing puppies and her part in the young Airedale games so the occasional foray into the puppy pen seems somehow necessary to her mental well being.  Gabe and Izzy are growing and thriving.  They are the sweetest pair of Airedale puppies in a long while - totally taken with each other, never a cross word and with perpetually wagging tails. 

Dinner was on the grill - burgers and oven fried potatoes.  The accompanimant was an interesting decision.  Our Ken was offered potato chips or fries.  "Whatever is easiest' was the response.  Lee headed to the pantry for the chips only to hear "I guess that would be the fries".  Now, consider - opening a chip bag or preparing potatoes, adding the herbs, roasting and finding condiments.  Yup, Our Ken must have wrestled a mighty recalcitrant chip bag at soem point in his life to have determined that fries are easier than those challenging potato chips.  Dessert was a cupcake, divided, from Margot's birthday party for Lee.  Having missed a day or two of blog, the party has missed mention.  Our great friend Margot has a birthday celebration for Lee each year - oddly, always at about this time.  This year it was (at Lee's choosing) gourment pizza and cupcakes.  What a spread!  From carbonar to Greek and several kinds in between, champagne (Lee's drink of choice at any occasion) and a tiered plate of candle laden amazing cupcakes.  Life doesn't get a lot better than an evening with friends and the perfect food groups.

Record snow after a week of warm weather

It sure is white.  Snow started early in the day and stayed late.  Some hours it snowed heavily enough that the flakes were in sheets and accumulation  darned impressive.  The NS long spring appears to be over.  Early on the puppies were impressed but even their enthusiasm waned as the drifts took over the play spaces.  Our Ken moved among buildings on the property, having serious discussion with the new snow blower about its lot in life, with the kennel dogs about their luck in being in a lovely warm building and with his birds who appeared ready to move into the kitchen to wait out the weather.  Both woodpeckers worked hard at the suet cake, the jays settled in at the feeders and refused to budge, the doves watched balefully from their tree branches and the chickadees were buffeted constantly.  Feed aplenty was provided.  Early morning it was pointed out that milk was in short supply and it might be wise to walk over to the market - well, that didn't happen.  By the time Our Ken meandered across the road, the market alarm was set.  After a good chinwag with Billy the Butcher, Our Ken returned with meat and sans milk.  That occasioned a trip to the village at the apex of the storm, returning victorious (forgetting it was a trip that didn't have to be made had the saunter to  the market occurred on a more timely basis).  Victory is such a subjective noun.  There was wrapping in the kitchen and another household was finished.  Fudge appeared mid-afternoon and that finished up the Calgary box so to the post office it will go. 

The kennel dogs were happy to sleep the storm through.  Capone and Chopper are short coated and dislike the cold and wet.  Their trips outside were truncated.  Ruari and Finn were amazed by the snows - it would be Finn's first encounter and once he noticed that Capone didn't like it, he didn't like it either.  Little Bella also encountered her first snow and thought it great fun until it was higher than she is.  That put paid to snow worship.  The Airedales were happy to be inside. 

The Regalridge house dogs were bedded by the fire and weren't moving.  Patti and Charlotte claimed the big beds, Piper attached to Lee, the Norwich settled on one dog couch and Marilla took the real couch.  Dolly had her leather chair and all snoozed happily.  Rocky and Billy interchanged - one crated and the other looking for food or assisting Lee in the kitchen, all depending on your perspective.  The puppies played in the snow by times but began to find it alarming as their pen disappeared.  Jack found a use for the birds since there was a regular path shovelled on his deck.  Jessie followed in his footsteps. 

Meals were snow day meals.  There was homemade chicken soup at lunch.  Lee spent much of the day making a sweet dough that was a carrier for her marmalade and cranberries.  A cider glaze topped the swirled treats hearkening everyone back to Paris breakfasts.  Dinner was pan fried haddock with potato/onion/mushroom, turnip and string beans.  Our Ken approved. 

Cold days herald a changing season

Cold but pleasant with some sun heralded another November day.  The usual November rains are yet to land and with the high water tables from our wet summer, that isn't a huge issue.  This was a day of meetings for Our Ken so off to Truro he goes, taking Betsy for a spin to charge her new battery.  Lee managed to look after the kennel, the house and everything in between, perhaps a bit more quietly and with less panache than Our Ken offers but still adding some capability.  Some Christmas sorting occurs each day and groupings of gifts are lined to be wrapped and passed out at strategic moments. 

The kennel is fine.  Chopper and Capone are happy as clams - always a good thing with two boarders from one home.  Capone is the 'in charge- kind of guy and Chopper backs him up, going in and out at his will.  She does not have the North American woman's sensibilities with respect to following a step behind.  Ruari and Finn are well.  Finn is separated only to eat his meals and Ruari is glad for the company except at meal time.  Pills are being taken happily - cheese seems to be the purveyor of choice.  Their big run is suitable for the two little guys, with several blankets, a bed and their regular paraphernalia.  Again, Ruari is in charge of this pair but Finn is in charge in his mind.  He continues to gaze soulfully at Capone, certain that Heather would agree to add just one more white dog to the household but that Warren might be a stumbling block.  Ever pragmatic, he seems to think Chopper can deal for herself.  Little Bella is having a great vacation - particularly enjoying hopping in and out between her inside and outside run when the door is opened.  She takes it as a high jump, even though she is now tall enough to take it more easily.  Watching her little feet launch from a distance back and sail over the doorway is good for a smile several times a day. 

The house crew are settled.  With the colder weather, there is a sense that all should be inside in front of the fire most of the time.  There are a few raised eyebrows at the fact that dog bed covers are being washed so beds are at a premium through the day.  The evening situation was grim according to Patti.  Two beds were not in play and Charlotte had claimed the big bed early on.  That left the couch (a favourite of the Norwich and of Lori) for Patti.  She upended the Norwich and claimed the little couch but glared at Charlotte the rest of the evening - to no avail since Charlotte lives on her own planet and is oblivious to the wants and needs of the rest of the crew.  There has been no mention of the snow forecast for tomorrow.  That will be received with various and sundry thoughts ranging from delight (puppies) to disgust (Patti and Charlotte).

Dinner was late - Our Ken arrived home after 8.  Lasagne from Vito's in Moncton was on offer with garlic bread and salad.  That worked.  And it is on to another day

Cold weather has arrived

Bright cold days are better than rain and cold so we'll claim this one.  And Our Ken continued his winterization of the property.  With a forecast for a cold night, the hoses were turned off, the window project assessed - and re-assessed (but not moved forward it seems) and outdoor clean up in full swing.  There was a sorting and cleaning of the great room with treasures unearthed that thrilled the Airedales. Lee managed to make a successful foray through the growing paper pile and also to add some forward momentum to the Christmas list.  Wrapping is happening and some thought being given to trimming.  American thanksgiving is this week, after all.  By early afternoon the kitchen was filled.  Alex and Sarah were here as was June.  June has taken on the task of lead training the youngest members of the Regalridge Airedale crew and is making great progress.  The puppies are enjoying the attention and are teaching June many Airedale puppy tricks, in case she was not remembering properly.  Coffee and cranberry bread fueled conversation.  Piper joined in and approved while May circled the table ensuring everyone was properly corralled.  Dinner was followed by the Pittsburgh hockey game - ensuring Mr Crosby acquitted himself in proper Nova Scotian style - he did. 

The kennel is settled into a routine.  Capone and Chopper are managing the West Side with Capone truly in charge.  Finn has determined that trading Ruari in for Capone is a true option and is considering how this might happen without Warren being the wiser.  They are both terriers after all and to Finn one terrier is much like another - APBT/Westie - not much difference in Finn's eye but what a hero he could have and how improved could be his swagger with Capone at his side!  Ruari simply shakes his Westie head and rolls his eyes.  Our Ken has managed to keep Sarah within the confines of the new paddock - much to her disgust and to Our Ken's delight.  Jimmy can pat himself on the back - at least so far.  Trebia doesn't care as long as she has company.  Little Bella is holding forth from her number one position on the East Side and Lola continues to stand amazed at the number of rules and the energy Bella devotes to explaining them. 

The house dogs are fine but a bit ticked that the dog bed covers have been washed.  In Patti's opinion, that is neither necessary nor an improvement.  Now they have to be beat once again into submission, rolled on to get a proper smell and otherwise pummelled and poked prior to being able to rest comfortably.  |People do get in the way of a dog's life, it seems.  Abigail, as always,  enjoyed her time with grandson  Alex and Piper turned to mush as she visited with Sarah.  Jessie continues to enjoy her puppy and the Airedale puppies are thriving under June's ministrations.  Breezy's ears are settling in nicely and she is turning into a lovely adolescent Airedale.  Gabe and Izzy/Dory are simply having a wonderful life. 

Dinner was chicken pot pie - last week's attempt at this local favourite was thwarted by Marilla.  Who knew it was also an Airedale favourite!  And life goes on

It bordered on hot in NS today - smiles all around

It has been a warm and sunny November day - so uncommon for NS in late fall and shortening the short days of our usual rains.  The sorting and straightening of the property, the organizing of winter infrastructure and the management of the dogs is made easier when outer garments are at a minimum, gloves unnecessary and there is nary a boot in sight.  Our Ken is as content as Our Ken gets with weather and his trail can be tracked by the tools remaining strategically in place throughout the acreage.   Have you seen my . . . is heard from throughout the property.  Lee managed a bit more paper and looked after Regalridge as Ken found his way to the city with Chantelle for an ATA meeting. 

The kennel is busy for September with the regular complement of visitors.  Capone and Chopper are having a great time in the big yards and Capone is firmly in charge of the West Side.  Ruari and Finn, at the opposite end in the suite, are in awe of the big guys they are sharing the space with and Finn is pretty sure that Capone would make a great addition to their home - he a bit less sure that Chopper needs to accompany him but will reserve final judgement for a few more days.  Capone fits the theme of  'white dog' so would be an interesting addition and one Warren would find a new challenge.  Ruari demurs.  Little Bella remains ensconced on the East facing side, is small but mighty and the foil for Lola who feels somehow that little thing should not have the power she seems to possess.  Sarah hasn't managed an escape in days and is frustrated by Our Ken's sharp eye and consistent management - knowing Our Ken, this too shall pass. 

The house dogs are well.  With only Lee in residence much of the day, it was a settling of the Airedales that occurred.  The puppies had a good play while the adults found beds and refused to stay outside.  The television was on, the beds were soft and all were interested in the musings of the new Premier of Alberta as told to Peter Mansbridge.  She has no idea that an Airedale audience held in thrall is a huge accomplishment.  Breezy had her ears taken down for a week or so and all is well to this point.  She is a delightful puppy, bright and happy with a devotion to the adults that is touching.  The younger Airedales are just outstanding - incredible conformation, full of a joy for life and tickled with all the world has on offer.  Jessie's one little puppy is growing and has had his one month birthday.  Time flies.  Jessie notes that he is getting bigger - we are uncertain whether she recognizes that being broader than he is long may not be a goal that all concur is a good thing.  She is not ready, yet, to have him separated from her so another week in the whelping room seems to be best for all. 

Dinner was a winter meal of spaghetti (highly praised by Our Ken), garlic bread and a light fruit dessert.  And it is on to the week ahead. 

Warm sunny days in November are a true blessing

Life continues at Regalridge with a week of sunny days, warm weather and happy dogs.  Without a line on Our Ken, it is impossible to predict his whereabouts, his timing or his movements on the property.  The mantra is 'so much to get done' and it seems to be recounted each time that flash of orange vest makes its way through the hall.  Rumour has it that Phil was here to pick up some unused shingles (do you suppose the roofing project is truly done?!) and that the garage sorting is underway.  The Toyota made its way in country fashion for its inspection.  That entails Our Ken driving 'up the road' to Leblanc's, Mr Leblanc driving him home and then bringing the car back with Our Ken returning him to his house.  It is an interesting process but one that occurs not infrequently.  You have to love country living.  Lee has moved on to Christmas mode.  Wrapping is underway with Calgary now complete to join the Woodstock check list.  Shopping is almost complete.  Today the Christmas Tree dishes were unpacked and brought into play with the filing of the  Noritake flowers until spring.  And, no. the Spode doesn't stay out until spring (although that might tickle Lee) there is a winter plaid that brightens the table until the snowdrops appear under the oak tree.  Finally there was the wrestle with the new heated bedding purchased by Our Ken, of course.  A long, long time later, no success has been had by Lee so the engineer among us will have to come to the rescue. 

The kennel is reasonably busy.  Chopper and Capone are in residence and well mannered.  Capone shares his thoughts on most comings and goings, keeping everyone up to date on the happenings on the West Side (of the building).  Ruari and Finn are in awe of the big dogs down the hall, Finn echoing Capone's vocal stylings just to see if he can sound anywhere near as impressive.  Ruari shakes his head.  Bella is managing the East Side, urging Lola to keep up as she heralds the day, the noon hour, the afternoon, the dinner hour, the evening bell and all in between.  Sarah is confined to barracks and allowed out in the big yards only under Our Ken's direct supervision.  That has taken away her construction ability and she is plotting revenge on Our Ken.  It will be an interesting week.  Trebia awaits Sarah's plot as sidekick-in-residence. 

The house crew are themselves.  Patti is thriving and Little May is enjoying her grilled burgers interspersed with asiago topped senior food (occasionally palatable but other times only fit to have the topping licked off).  Billy and Rocky have come to a reasonable understanding and one or the other can be loose in the den to enjoy the pleasures of the kitchen.  Both love to help Lee, particularly sensitive to the dropping of any and all food that needs immediately and with dispatch to be cleaned.  Of course, the Norwich have to be trod on to accomplish that work but the Airedale boys simply ignore that little set of obstacles in their zeal to be helpful. 

Dinner heralded the Christmas season with a splash.  There was grilled rib steak, mushrooms and caramelized onion, turnip and string beans, baked potatoes and brownies with ice cream and caramel sauce.  And tomorrow is coming. 

Great Novemer weather shortens the on coming winter

Life moves along at Regalridge.  Our Ken keeps busy with the dogs and Lee battles paper while rustling Airedales in the kitchen.  Christmas is surrounding the kennel with everything from Sirius radio to every television commercial extolling the virtues of the season.  Our Ken has his nose in the Lee Valley catalogue and while there may be something in it that he is not desperately in need of, it doesn't seem that way as he circles, circles, circles.  And according to the television,  life cannot not be considered a success without a new Kia - who knew? - well, maybe Tony  but he was keeping it a secret.  And speaking of Tony - there is a less well kept secret and a rumour that Miss Avalon is now Princess Champion Avalon-In-Charge-Of-Everything.  Wonderful news.  Our Ken continues to cultivate - this time his winter birds.  There are Blue Jays in double digits, Mourning Doves that are tilting toward the hundreds and two Chickadees.  The Woodpeckers have returned in two sizes and Linda's gift to Ken of a bird bath is proudly displayed under the naked chestnut tree.  The squirrels are in residence, of course, and the battles between the little rodents and the Jays are a sight to behold.  The sides are well matched so it is never a given as to outcome.  Occasionally the Crows reinforce the Jays, leaving the battles somewhat lop sided but even more amusing.  A bag of corn from the market across the road has proven wildly popular - there is no doubt a winter load of corn to be delivered soon.  And post-Paris, the report on the scythe is that Our Ken knows not how he has survived this long without this handy curved weapon.  The gardens have, apparently, benefited greatly. 

Little Bella is managing her side of the kennel with little-Bella aplomb.  Nobody is stepping out of line.  Sarah is sulking and Lola is considering her options.  Trebia would like to know what we have done with her boyfriend.  Capone and Chopper arrived with their special diets and biog smiles.  They are in splendid isolation on the west side of the building and are enjoying their palatial digs.  Ruari and Finn arrived - accompanied by their older brother who declined the opportunity to stay with them for the three weeks.  Perhaps if Warren had sent along his food?  Both are settled, Ruari with his yogourt augmented by Ken's cheese to mask his meds.  Good thing his Terrierness is easily convinced. 

The house dogs are well.  Little May carries on, fueled by Our Ken's grilled burgers - this week lean ground beef from the market.  there is an occasional foray into a dish of dog food if adequately jazzed up with grated Asiago.  Abigail watches these machinations with a jaundiced eye.  The two Laurel puppies are adorable.  Gabe (named by Our Andie) is one of the most impressive male puppies we have had and is a true personality.  There is a ready glint in his eye, a wagging tail and a slapping paw, urging us on to better games.  Izzy (Andie again), his sainted sister, is the smartest of the three puppies and an absolute delight.  Her tail is never down, even with its impressive length.  They are the best of friends and let others into their pack with the acknowledgement that it is a privilege.  Breezy is the elder statesman of the puppy crowd, teaches the younger ones all she learns and continues her education in the company of Marguerite - likely an error on our part!  She is the voice of enthusiasm and immediacy.  When a Breezy moment occurs, all are aware - she lets her thoughts be known and expects remediation - then.  She is the morning alarm, the dinner bell and the harbinger of bedtime.  And somehow she has managed to occupy two crates - one is her 'eating crate', requiring its occupant to run in and out of its door until food appears.  Her enthusiasm is second only to her vocal entreaties.  There is a leap into the crate, a swing and turn, a moment of an enquiring look and head sticking out of the open door then a bound out, all to be repeated until food appears.  Would that we all had that combination of energy, determination and assurance that our wishes would always be acceded to. 

Dinner was a regional affair.  There was fresh salmon in steak form, pan fried to perfection and very tasty.  Local potatoes were riced and accompanied local turnip and Our Ken's squash.  Brownies were available in abundance and fresh local pears are fabulous here in the fall.  A nice Riesling helped everything.  And life goes on

Improved weather heralds mid-November days

All is well at Regalridge.  With Tom in residence and Chantelle with her hands full in the kennel, Tom was convinced that viewing Airedales in the rings in NB was to be a good day's entertainment.  Given that he had just climbed out of his vehicle after a 12 + hour drive, he was a good sport and cheerfully drove the several hours back to Moncton.  It was a pleasure to watch the Airedales in Moncton.  All acquitted themselves well, all looked great and all owners looked darned proud of Logan, Bella and Avalon.  Logan went on to a group placing, adding to his point standing as Canada's number one Airedale and one of the country's top Terriers.  Not to be outdone, word was received that professional handler Darrell Cole piloted Ch Regalridge Henry the Navigator to a Group first in his native province. Of course, the distraction of handling a strong that included a Pekingese with the attendant grooming  would have distracted even this most seasoned of handlers so it is understandable that greater wins were not to be for the Prince. Email was received from the far West with a great image of Mr Simon guarding the West Coast beaches with Airedale style and grace.  And from the East Coast, an acrylic painting of Piper in PEI hanging in the Confederation Gallery as part of a new exhibit.   Post-show the Regalridge crew moved on to Jean's for an early dinner with Tom and then it was on to Belnan. The remainder of the evening was spent going over puppies on the table, setting ears and enjoying the dogs.  Chantelle (bless her) had left a happy family of fed and exercised dogs so all was quickly put to bed. 

The kennel is reasonably busy.  Miss Ginger was packed and ready to leave with Tom at his earliest convenience although she was somewaht concerned that it could mean missing a meal and while she does care deeply for him, there are practical considerations to be taken into account.  Sir Tip has his side of the kennel firmly in his grasp, is sitting atop his palace and enjoying the view.  His little foot is tapping, though, with an eye on the calendar and an expectation that his family will surface before Ginger departs  since an Airedale should never be able to one up a JRT.  Charlie Airedale shakes his head as he surveys all of the angst around him.  His sole preoccupation is having a good time and there is nothing better than to have a few other Airedales in a yard to chase and with whom he can play Airedale games.  Sarah likes Charlie and will be sad to see him leave.  Little Bella is working herself up to rule her domain.  Ginger thought she might be an interesting acquaintance and roared down for a little visit outside Bella's outside run.  Bella said hello - with a leap and snap - as Ginger's beard and wagging tail got a little too close.  Apparently there are perimeter rules in the little one's rulebook.  The Schenk crowd is settled nicely.  A bit quieter than usual, all seem to be somewhat more reflective than is usual. 

The house dogs are well and happy.  Piper was not thrilled to realize that Lee was leaving for the day but was delighted to see her return.   Many of the rest missed the fact that anyone was gone - they had Chantelle to torture after all.  Dover is settled nicely with the other two Norwich and sorting out her environs quite nicely.  Considering her advanced age, she is doing remarkably well.  After the rains of the previous day, the bright sun made up for the cold winds of November so there were few complaints from the house dogs as they found sheltered areas in which to play the Airedale games. 

Dinner in Moncton was varied and good  with the seafood chowder proclaimed the top pick by both tom and Our Ken.  Jimmy kept Ken company with dessert and all was well in Our Ken's world. 

November brings warm weather

It has been a busy week.  Lee found her way to Moncton for meetings on the week end, spoke on various topics on several occasions for the CKC and found her way back to Regalridge by Sunday night (late).  Our Ken held the fort ably assisted by Chantelle who was in residence through the days with her revolving gate of grooming friends.  It is the time of year to put the gardens to bed, to sort out the yards in preparation for winter and to batten the proverbial hatches.  The dogs are, of course, ably assisting the outdoor projects, white hats poised and polished.  And it was on to Monday, the day of Our Ken's move to yet another decade of a great life.  Lee had organized a little get together and as icing on the cake, Reg flew home form Calgary.  There were 25 for dinner with a brother, sister-in-law, children, grand children and friends in great supply.  Ken was delighted with the party, with the phone calls received through the evening from those who were unable to be here in person and with the celebration of this rite of passage.  Then it was on to Toronto for Lee with a return home late Thursday night.  Flights to and from Halifax are full with no available seats on planes.  The economy seems to be strong based on the activity level of the airports.  June made a trip out to work with the puppies.  Great progress has been made due to her ministrations and little Airedale feet are now comfortably walking forward on show leads, enjoying her support and attention.   Weather has been fabulous - sunny and warm so few complaints are heard as everyone takes advantage of these days before the onset of the usual cold, wet November days common to the East Coast. 

The kennel has been moving forward easily.  Miss ginger is packing her bags, having heard that Tom has finally found a map that will bring him  to NS.  The humming of America the Beautiful is heard throughout the kennel.  The Terriers of Schenkville are in residence for a few days - Dover happily bonding with Abigail and May and the others settled nicely in the kennel.  Lucy is in residence and sharing her thoughts.  Little Bella has settled in and is in charge in her own mind.  Sir Tip and his palace have migrated to Regalridge and Ken has dubbed him Toothy  - a little fellow full of his own self and with significant opinions about just about any topic.  He, too, must watch a great deal of BBC or CNN at home and feels free to share that knowledge with all who will listen in hi unassuming and targeted way. 

The house crew are well ands happy.  Piper was tickled to see Lee's suitcase enter the house and very unhappy to see it leave, mirroring Our Ken's feelings exactly.  May is doing much better, has her food preferences firmly fixed and seems to have rebounded significantly.  Every day is a blessing.  The puppies are thriving.  Their eyes are gleaming, their tails always in motion and the world is their oyster. 

Beyond the birthday party, meals have been concocted by Our Ken - enough said. 

Fall is a lovely season in Nova Scotia

The wonderful weather continues and outdoor chores remain a pleasure.  Bulbs are being put into peat moss, gardens tidied and painting continues.  Jonathan is hard at work putting the finishing touches on the miles of picket fence in and around the Regalridge compound.  Our Ken has to be lassoed and hauled in for any reason that requires his presence.  Heralding his interest in a meal, he is then gone once again, not to reappear for hours, again noting that he is hungry and seeming surprised at the fact.  Dawn was here for a visit with Logan and an assignation with Sarah.  Sarah was herself but that didn't deter Mr Logan who had started to woo hoo in his crate as they passed the Superstore.  By the time the Regalridge gates were reached, there was all out cacophony in the Tuftmobile.  Christmas wrapping was begun since there will be many and various absences over the next couple of months.  Woodstock is complete and Lee has her eye on Alberta.  Much shopping has occurred over the year so adding paper, tags and bows remains.  The builder was here (of course) to replace a window pane that didn't survive the initial install and to install a recalcitrant door.  The turkey will soon be ordered. 

The kennel is ticking along.  Bailey departed with a wag and promise to return soon.  Charlie Airedale is in residence and enjoying the company of Lola and Sarah.  He does love a harem.  Reinforcements are planned for the week end.

The house crew is happy.  Everyone is home, the routine is fixed and the weather clement.  Piper is happily looking out the window at the warm and sunny days - she prefers that to looking out the window at rain but, of course, spends virtually no time outside regardless of what she sees.  May and Abigail are enjoying their beds and spreading their joy of life around by taking the bed immediately before an Airedale touches down in the same spot.  As always, the tolerant Airedale moves on.  The only thing that would improve their circumstances would be for their beloved older sister to be in residence so they could assist her in carrying her parade upstairs.  Jessie is doing just fine with her precious puppy.  He rolls and occasionally shares his thoughts.  Jessie has him on a sheepskin mat and pulls it around the whelping box - an improvement over picking him up in her mouth to move him where she feels he should be at any given time.  Mid-evening Lee happened upon the CBC documentary 1 Day.  What a fabulous piece of journalism.  Holding the Regalridge imagination and attention for the remainder of the evening, it is a highly recommended piece.  In the course of the program, there was a short rendition from Newfoundland perhaps of Oh Canada on oboe and clarinet.  Very well played, it was particularly enjoyed by the baby Airedales.  The sounds that came out of them as they emulated the oboe were beyond anything heard from an Airedale in the Regalridge decades of breeding.  The older dogs didn't bat an eye.  The people in residence were highly amused and entertained. 

Dinner was grilled beef tenderloin, potatoes, asparagus, mushrooms and sweet onion.  There were poached blueberries over ice cream and meringue with a caramel sauce.  A caramel apple liquor helped wash everything down nicely.  And we move on . . .

The year's best weather

The weather is, in a word, perfect.  Warm, sunny and a great extension of a fall that somewhat made up for the wet summer.  Jonathan is painting up a storm with Our Ken keeping a close eye on all activity.  The Airedale girls are considering racing stripes, craning their necks to see what the men are up to.  Our Ken is putting his gardens to bed, sorting stems from bulbs, banking beds and putting the property in order.  The odd squash continues to be discovered and there were even tomatoes proudly displayed yet again.  Lobbying for fried green tomatoes is at an all time high and may just have to be acquiesced to soon.  There was a Newfoundland phone call placed to catch up on all things Eastern and continued tries to Massachusetts - still no power in Monson and wondering Canadians who cannot imagine that the efficient Americans can't fix a little power outage over a five day period.  Susan's usual effective ability to express her opinion must be waning.  And the weekly spin through the property took place this morning with Trebia proudly treeing the resident squirrel.  Her next move was to climb the tree - a dismal failure but full of enthusiasm and 'yes I can-ness'.  Mr squirrel encouraged her attempts with a trilling vocal medley, percussion provided by his snapping tail.  Our Ken came to collect her, spoiling the family fun. 

The kennel is just fine.  Old Bailey has whipped Jonathan into shape, ensuring that he understands her routine, her requirements and her proclivities.  Charlie is in residence from Moncton and happy to be reunited with Lola.  Sarah has joined that combination and all are happily playing Airedale games in the big yards. 

The house crew is thriving.  And it was a day of Lee putting the dogs out and the men letting them in - often within seconds.  The Airedales think that is a delightful game, offering the opportunity to mill at the door, bark their orders and inclinations and then be rewarded by doing it all again - and again, and again.  Had there been an auction site for spare males, both Ken and Jonathan would have been on it by mid-morning. 

Dinner was geared to May.  Our Ken grilled burgers.  There were oven potatoes and lots of 'fixins'.  That seems to work once every couple of weeks.  And it will be back to cooking for Lee . . .

Indian summer has arrived

Regalridge is back to normal.  Lee and Ken are returned home from the sunny south, Chantelle is repatriated to Kennetcook and all is well. |Today's forecast is 12 degrees (mid-fifties for our American audience) and sunny.  Indian summer is in full swing.   There were many adventures in Virginia.  Wicked was finishing a run at the Richmond theatre so Ken, Lee and Linda managed to find orchestra seats for the last performance.  It was a fabulous production with that beautiful old building a perfect backdrop for its special effects.  In direct contrast to the smooth touring company, an evening was spent at the Gospel Chicken House.  From the Chicken House band (replete with brass section and percussion that included a washboard and a metal tub with what appeared to be a broom handle and perhaps confederate flag) to the Carter family it was a more than memorable southern experience.  Special mention must be made of the NS connection.  Linda is a great friend of the chicken House co-ordinator and driving force.  She was aware that there were NS visitors and on that evening the Nova Scotians happened to be the folks from the longest distance so were honoured with a round of applause that Lee may one day recover from.  Prior to that, however, one of the brothers in the band loped over to shake our hands and extol the virtues of the fair province.  He had returned that day from Halifax and a cruise.  There were perhaps 200 people in attendance - what were the chances of that.  On the return to the north, at the end of October, the dahlias were still blooming, tomatoes were still alive on the vines and no heavy frost had yet occurred, a highly unusual occurrence for NS in late October.  With the advent of November, the frost did arrive and the flowers have now gone for another season but a few that were cut are still bright in the kitchen vases.  And on a more startling note, there has been a dreadful storm in New England that has devastated Hartford and area.  Our friends have had no power for four days and counting.  This would be challenging enough but it is compounded by the fact that this is the same area so heavily ravaged by the summer's tornado.  Our thoughts and prayers are with everyone for the best possible outcome. 

The kennel is quiet and settled.  Ginger is in residence from Hartford, here for an assignation with Logan.  With the travel situation, it was determined that a little repacking would facilitate Ginger's voyage so there were lots of trips to the city and progesterone testing supported her breeding last evening.  Wonderful news on reproduction.  Our Vet has now developed a relationship that allows for testing to be carried out 6 days a week and, if blood is ready before 10 am, same day results.  Life has moved forward in a quantum leap.  Sarah is watching this process with some interest.  Perhaps she will agree to being a bit more amenable in 2012.  Old Bailey is here for a few days, settled in and providing direction.  Trebia waved farewell to Barrett earlier in the week and is settling herself for a period of Barrett-lessness. 

The house crew are sorry that Chantelle is gone- after all, it is always a party with Chantelle in residence.  But like children being moved from a diet of candy to balanced meals, they have responded to the return of the adults.  Piper and Lori are back in the house.  Dolly has been to see Dr Carnegy, has been spayed and is feeling fabulous two days later.  She did return ( 8 hours later) from the clinic as a new dog and had to be validated by every dog in the house before acceptance of her august presence could be provided.  Margot and Margaret were in charge of little May for the trip duration.  May thrived under the city-folk care, learned that she loves veal patties and other delicacies and came home with a little extra weight.  Since that time, her appetite has improved and the little Norwich that perhaps was leaving us is returned.  She now runs, is eating much better and is much brighter.  Whatever time we have left with her is to be time with a good quality of life for another while and everyone is relieved.  Margot has worked miracles.  Jessie has had her litter of one puppy - a boy.  He is a well cared for little fellow and appears to believe that square is a lovely look for a Welsh.  Jessie is very proud.  There are two Airedale puppies still in residence from Laurel's litter - beautiful puppies, now well trimmed by Our Ken and impressive.  Perhaps most impressive of all, they are housebroken.

Dinner was a celebration of Logan's most recent Best In Show in PEI.  There was champagne to support Dawn's arrival and a decent meal of grilled chicken, riced potatoes, squash from the garden, asparagus and a dessert of pears poached in a vanilla syrup over vanilla ice cream and meringue with a caramel sauce.  There is none left.  And we look froward to the day

rain and perparations

The busy days of trip organizing are upon us.  Lee spent the day battling the city elements.  Working through appointments and the hunting and gathering raid, the banking and the vet visit just to let them know that their revenue stream would be taking a dip.  Patti's meds were replenished and Einstein's special cat food is topped up.  Calling the clinic was an adventure.  The usual 'Hi, it's Lee' didn't work - odd, Lee thought.  Last name was offered and a request that the Patti meds be put together. ' You do not have a file' here came the response.  Ummm try Regalridge Lee offered.  Nothing was the reply.  Hmmm - not likely it's under Ken since he thinks the Clinic is a charity . . .  Not sure where to go with this and hearing a bit of exasperation, Lee queried, would there be anyone else working that might be able to help.  And amid much hilarity, Miss Jenn came on the line to say 'Yes, you are really a client here, we love you best and you are under "Lee" of course.  Mollified, the less than charitable thought of nevcr again delivering baking went by the wayside.  At the initial appointment, there was a gathering at the desk on check out.  One of the young women was getting a puppy and Lee's input was required.  A half hour later, the escape to the van was accomplished.  And on to Costco where the masses had gathered.  Assuming that there was a significant saving to be had in some corner, Lee explored and turned over every item only to be told that it was rain that had driven the entire city into the one building.  Amazing thought the country person as she stood in line with several thousand of her closest friends, waiting to turn over copious amounts of money to the wholesale giant.  And on to Joseph who regaled her with tales of the upcoming nuptials of his neighbour - there will be a lock down fit for a queen and filming of the blessed event that includes Halifax's favourite florist.  Our Ken departed the property |(in Chantelle's vehicle - better to keep her nailed down) and returned with lunch plunder, his contribution to the day. 

The kennel ticks along.  Mr Riley has a new haircut and is justifiably proud.   Chantelle' offered that Welsh kisses and a day in the grooming room make the cares of the week evaporate.  Ceilidh is thriving and spent much of the day watching the coming and going in the kennel on a rainy Saturday.  Lucky Lab had a little spin with the Airedales and enjoyed the company, between rain drops.  Poe arrived for a long stay and settled in as Poe does.  The Regalridge girls are grouped in common misery in the kennel, in season and affronted by their banishment from the house.  There will be words. 

The house dogs are well but not amused by the water falling from the sky.  The couches were replete with Airedales, Jack and Paula snoozed and the Norwich looked for trouble under every bed.  Little was to be found except the odd chase of Chantelle's ankles as she passed through. 

dinner =  lasagne, grilled bread and pumpkin pie.  Sufficient unto the day . . .

Fabulous weather and construction continues

Between construction and organization, the blog has taken a short hiatus.  Some day there will be no major construction project occurring at Regalridge.  Our Ken promises that future.  Silly Lee thought things had stopped at the end of this week.  Apparently not.  Trip organization is a major undertaking with hunting and gathering occurring to shore up supplies for the weeks away.  There will be sufficient dog food to create a run on it in the Halifax area.  Maps are packed and files made.  Linda advises that weather in Virginia is cooling in anticipation of the arrival of the northern contingent. 

The kennel is full of Regalridge girls and Piper is leading an uprising.  To say that she is not impressed may be the annual understatement.  Riley, on the other hand, is in ecstasy.  He communes with each of the girls, offers his best Welsh wag and bow and is thoroughly enjoying the company.  Ceilidh is doing well in her Wheaten way.  Lucky Lab has met and is enjoying Rocky and Marilla.  He enjoyed their company and is very collegial. 

The weather has been fabulous and the house dogs are highly resentful of those construction vehicles in the driveway.  When the vote is taken next year for projects, there is a suspicion that Our Ken will be absent and his vote given to Piper or Marilla.  Clem was in residence until last evening (late) when Chantelle blew through and collected her tribe.  Prior to that, Clem led the ins and outs, ran into every truck on the property with a highly insulted 'hmph' emitted each time.   And since Our Ken was painting the pickets, she went home with racing stripes - zebra-ish in her own way.    Could be a whole new concept.  Lee is considering blue - perhaps Scout would like that while Chantelle is away.  And of course, the Welsh girls were in residence.  Jessie is well and truly pregnant and mellow for a girl named Jessie.  However, Viola has picked up the mantle and shared her thoughts freely.  Not a bad thing she is going to Montgomery with Chantelle.  The puppies are well and happy.  To this point with the good weather they have had long days outside on their deck.  Many games have been developed and tested, several making the grade and resurfacing on an hourly basis.  They get cuter by the day and have a zest for life that perhaps is able to be patterned by the rest of the population.

Dinner on this night was back ribs with scalloped potatoes, fried peaches and asparagus.  A favourite of Our Ken that brought minor accolades - those who know him can fill in that blank.  Dinner the evening before was fried ham with potato scallop, fried apples picked that afternoon from the Regalridge orchard, fried green tomatoes and squash from the garden.  Darrell's favourite Regalridge meal.  There was home made ice cream and the ubiquitous squares. 

Sun, cool nights and green grass Regalridge is lovley in the fall

Organization is moving forward and all is well.  Our Ken had a meeting in Tatamagouche so was off early and home late evening.  The report was that the drive is beautiful now with leaves turning, warm days and a cool evening.  The requisite deer was spotted on the roadside so all is well with the wildlife population.  Lee spent the day communing with her computer, shoring up the CKC's fortunes and working on trip reservations.  All has been finalized that needs to be finalized.  Then it was on to the HKC meeting and home by late evening.  Jonathan held the fort in fine style and all was well in the dogs' world. 

The kennel is full of Regalridge girls in season.  The females have decided that everyone should enjoy the time together so Piper, Lori, Marguerite and Trebia are side by each and unhappy together.  There will be payback.  Lucy is in residence and keeping an eye on her arch enemies - that would be any other Airedale girl in the world.  Riley is holding the fort on the Regalridge side and has a heavy workload being in charge of all of the Regalridge girls.  Ceilidh is enjoying her vacation, keeping track of all of the comings and goings and storing up stories to tell André on his return. 

The housedog number have diminished.  Dolly has put her name on the leather chair and settled in for the winter.  Heaven help any who look at it longingly - that would include Our Ken.  All are chased off in dolly style.  Patti is happy as long as Jonathan is here.  His days off are her nemesis and she mopes.  Charlotte was so worn out that she could hardly lift her head by the time Lee returned from the city.  Jonathan is a good ball player and Charlottte is homing his skills at every opportunity.  Rocky is himself and happy with his routine as is Billy. The only fly in the ointment is the roofers who have morphed into carpenters.  Window replacement anywhere but at Regalridge is an easy process.  With a two hundred year old house with additions, not so much.  The bedroom is complete, the whelping room has a lovely new window that was mismeasured so did not fit and was replaced of necessity since the old window and frame had been removed.  One left in the east side and the pantry - oh my. 

Dinner without Our Ken did not happen.  And we are on to mid-week.

Great weather and car trips -

Planning has begun for the annual fall Southern pilgrimage.  There will be puppies departing, Lee and Ken off to Southern climes and a good visit in Virginia.  There will be a stop for the Terrier Specialty at Montgomery County Pennsylvania and visits with friends only seen once a year.  So we plan.  There are appointments to be made, hunting and gathering to happen, orders to be placed and meetings to be attended.  There is paperwork to finalize and sorting to happen.  Lee made it to the city to sort through paperwork and bring folks up to date on CKC changes.  And, of course, all of this is done skirting the carpenters.  Windows are being replaced - some easily and others with rebuilding that will constitute a new house in the end.  The turkey has been ordered.  Our Ken managed to keep busy and factored in a health board meeting.  A visit to Truro is never a bad thing according to the alpha male. 

The kennel is busy enough.  Lucy is in residence and manages her yard in splendid isolation.  Riley is enjoying his vacation and has had lots of exercise.  Ceilidh the Wheaten arrived and has settled in easily.  And the rest are in season so not amused by their exile to the kennel.  Piper is plotting and Lori is abetting.  Trebia says that Barrett can visit any time. 

The house crew are not impressed with the return of the carpenters.  The blocking of the big yard during these last great days of weather is simply not on according to Charlotte the outdoor dog.  The older puppies shrug.  They enjoy their pen through the day, up close to the carpenters as they climb ladders and go in and out of the house.  Both will have their apprentice papers by the end of this project.  The baby puppies are doing very well.  They are growing, learning lots of new skills on a daily basis and are bright eyed early morning, tired and happy mid-evening. 

Dinner was Lee's spaghetti - Our Ken was happy.  Home made grapenut ice cream and squares finished off a fall meal.  And we look forward to tomorrow. 

Humid and sun

There is a rumour that fall has arrived.  The memo did not get to the weather gods here in NS.  It was hot and humid on this sunny day and the air conditioning called the names of most of the house dogs.  Considering the activity level, that was not a bad thing.  While the early part of the day was spent on puppy paperwork, the pace quickly built.  Janet, her niece, Piper and Abigail arrived from PEI.  While Piper visited with the Regalridge Airedales, the PEI contingent and Lee went to the nursing home to visit with Shelagh.  Abigail Australian was Shelagh's favourite of her dogs at the time of her stroke.  Shelagh alternately laughed and was teary as she examined Abby.  The little one, true to her breed, explored the room, charmed the staff and gave kisses freely.  She settled on Shelagh's bed as had been done when Tatamagouche was the residence.  Janet and Lee were agreed that Abigail remembered.  She is, however, firmly and without questions Janet's dog and delights in her Island life.  Piper managed beautifully at Regalridge, enjoyed a run around the big front yard with his relatives and was ready to leave when everyone returned.   Knowing where Abigail is and being able to put a face to the name and stories Lee tells is a plus for Shelagh - something to be able to think about and settle in her mind.  We are all grateful that the voyage to the mainland was able to be made.  Then it was on to more PEI visitors as the folks came to collect their puppy.  The little fellow departed, tucked happily in the arms of a wonderful little 10 year old boy.  His smile would easily light up the city.  There is no question the two will be fast friends.  This visit was followed be a tour of the property by the young woman who will be helping look after Regalridge for a week in October.  She is a well experienced dog person, having worked in a kennel, vet clinics and now in a training facility.  The dogs will no doubt benefit.  By early evening flowers were brought into the house and dinner contemplated.  There are still gardens full of glads, dahlias, pansies and begonias, unusual at this time of year when frost has almost always occurred long since. 

The kennel was also busy.  The two great Siberians departed with a wave and wag of those impressive tails.  Kody golden bowed and left late afternoon.  That leaves Miss Lucy in residence, eyeing the Airedale girls for a playmate.  Dewey and Savannah both had haircuts and look mighty fine as they await their owners' return.  Chantelle whipped through the kennel, finishing up her trimming commitments and flying out the gate, minus her sweater, to get to the office to tidy up some files.  Rest is not in her repertoire.  Mr Riley is in charge, enjoying the vacation activity level, exercising and surprised to see Melissa.  His little brain was working overtime assuring himself that he really is at camp and not at Fetch. 

The house dogs watched in amazement as the gates opened and closed.  Dolly decided that the leather chair in front of the air conditioning vent was the best bet for the day and parked.  That suited her just fine.  Patti claimed a bed and rose only to check out any visitor under the age of 40.  Chantelle didn't count in that number.  Melissa was approved,  Marguerite was in until she couldn't stand the activity level any longer and attempted to join the outside party in the yard - through the window.  She moved to the kennel.  Jack and Paula kept the back yard in order, watching the apples fall from the trees and keeping a close eye on the river.  The puppies thrive.  The older two are growing and having a whale of a time.  For the evening they were offered the run of the big yard with the older dogs.  That thrilled them and there was a ramping up of the activity level to the delight of Charlotte.  The young babies see their number dwindling.  Their response - more food for those left!  They are a happy lot with that glint in the eye that tells of mischief to come. 

Dinner actually landed on the table - amazing.  Grilled steak was accompanied by sweet onions and portabellos, baked sweet potatoes and chocolate squares.  Our Ken was sated.  And life goes on

To Digby To Digby to find a fat - scallop!

Thee rains came.   And the van left Regalridge for parts south west.  It was a day to visit with Bob and Luella, for Our Ken to get a better sense of Bob's progress and to offer words of encouragement (that would be lecture number 46).  To the delight of all, Bob decided that he could go out for lunch in the town and then encouraged a visit to the lake.  Up for seven hours, alert and engaged, it is very evident that healing has begun in earnest and the benefits are now showing.  Rascal doesn't leave his side for long and even when required to move, keeps a close eye on his favourite person.  Lunch in Digby included scallops and lobster and was not a challenge to choke down.  Chantelle held the fort, trimmed dogs, escorted visitors and sorted out the crew.  She was a wet puppy when the Regalridge-mobile returned mid-evening. 

The kennel is relatively busy for the week end.  Two lovely Siberians arrived early and settled in nicely.  They are lovely dogs, well mannered and happy to have a short vacation.  Kobe Golden arrived for a last minute stay and is his usual happy Retriever self.  The little Welsh are impressed that there is an increase in activity, have the beginnings of their fall 'look' and will be tidied up tomorrow.  Little Megan was  through the revolving door, had her hair cut and has returned home.  Riley Welsh is having a ball.  He loves the big yard, loves the heightened activity and is in charge - of what we aren't quite sure but he is in charge. 

The house dogs were happy to have Chantelle in residence.  Clem accompanied her and gave the puppies lots of good advice.  One puppy departed for her new home and was welcomed by a well experienced Airedale family.  May enjoyed a game of bite at Chantelle's heels with Abigail as her stalwart back up.  Patti is well and happy, eating and active.  The older puppies continue to develop, have moved to adult food and are enjoying life.  The younger family is poised to leave the nest, bright and active at this milestone in their lives. 

Dinner was Swiss Chalet chicken - it made May very happy. 

Dinner for ten and roofers - oh my!

It was a busy day, even by Regalridge standards.  With a less than early morning start, Our Ken opened the gates to  - you guesses it - the roofers.   It was 8:00 and they must have been dreaming of Christmas turkey.  Up went the ladders, in came the extension cords and the game was on.  On this day, it was the replacement of bedroom windows - who knew there was a building on the west side of the house that could be viewed from upstairs.  It took na full day, of course, even though these are inserts.  The builder who did windows when teh property was purchased appeared to consider airspace around windows a bonus and the water that entered that airspace even more beneficial.  Lots of replacement wood and shingle has now upgraded the situation.  More fun will be had tomorrow.  With the advent of the roofers, there was Our Ken's list to be completed so it was parsed and Lee was sent to the city to hunt and gather.  The van came home heavier with dog food jockeying for space with fruit and veg from Costco.  And with 8 Currens coming for dinner, that was only a start.  Our Ken dug in the garden, bringin up potatoes and proudly carrying in the evening's squash.  Stay with me here - there were roofers, there was gardening, there was a trip to the city, the dogs are in resdience and Lee had 10 people to be fed.  Some consideration was given A & W and if there had been any menu item that didn't look like fast food . . .

The kennel is doing well.  Dewey and Savannah are thoroughly enjoying their vacation, taking full advantage of the big yard and their place of importance.  The usual inhabitants are well and enjoying the great weather. 

The house dogs are delighted with the weather and less delighted by their roofing pals arrival.  That means gates are open and dogs are confined to barracks.  Marilla has thoughts on that.  Billy yodelled his way to the point that he was exiled to Jack's run - he has eyeballed the roof and is darned sure there is nothing left to be added.  Rocky moved happily to the west yard and the older puppies watched in amazement as the men levitated up the side of the house.  They have ordered wings for Christmas.  The baby puppies are well and happy.  Their growth at this age is amazing and their joy with all that they behold is delightful.  There is nothing much more fun than a litter of puppies. 

Dinner was large.  There was grilled beef tenderloin and grilled Coho salmon with lime butter.  There were new potatoes, squash from the garden, fresh green beans and a tomato casserole.  There was grilled pineapple and grilled Naan.  And there were two crisps- peach adn apple from our trees.  There were cappucinos and coffees and lots of laughter.  And there were stories of dogs - living and long gone.  The best are often of the first Curren Airedale - Jerry - born in the 1920's and proud possessor of the family famr (Magazine Hill) and all who set foot on it.  Jerry, according to Reg who remembers him best,  was the greatest dog ever to walk on earth - loyal, fierce in dealing with trouble and with good herding instinct.  He didn't climb the apple tree like Skipper the Spaniel who preferred that perch to better hear the planes coming.  And he was less benign than the Newfoundland who pulled the cart with Ken behind but he was totally devoteed to his family, his property and his jobs.  When these detailed stories can be recounted 80 + years later, that certainly is testament to the impact of the Airedale on our lives.