Great weather and a list - what could be better

Life unfolded and Our Ken's agenda grew.  There were dogs leaving, meals prepared, Lee made it to a Sanction Match with Lily and a conference call took up the evening into the night.  Dull was not a word in the vocabulary. 

There were waves of Good by from the kennel.  Little Maggie gave Nemo his final instructions and departed after her breakfast.  Nemo is yearning for Lucy.  Mickey the Sheltie left later in the day.  And Micah and Sadie continue to rule the double run.  Mischka watches the activity level drop and claps his OES paws.  Ruff encourages all who will listen to do their best. 

The house dogs are well and happy.  Piper had a rest in Lee's lap - keep in mind Lee returned home with the scent of Eau de Malamute - a scent that Miss Piper does not enjoy and feels must be expunged asap.  The rest of the dogs shake their heads as they watch the machinations which result in Piper curled up and around Lee. 

Dinner was a lovely grilled salmon with the remaining risotto and fiddle heads from last year's efforts.  And we are on to another suitcase . . .

Of weather, dogs and food

Saturdays are busy at Regalridge.  The weather was great - sunny and cool.  The dogs are happy and the birds are plentiful.  The full flock of Grosbeaks is with us augmenting the colour of the Jays and Phil the Pheasant and a good backdrop for the red heads of the woodpecker and the black caps of the Chickadees. There are generally extra boarders and additional coming and going as folks visit the dogs, visit with us and we catch up from the week.  There were visits to admire the Airedales - and the Airedales were mighty impressed with the visitors.  There was a visit to review ears on a youngster.   There was a little coming and going and Lee had a meeting.  Our Ken began the work of organizing the garage (remember the spill last week?) and progress was made, apparently.  The new snow blower was out for inspection.  And CKC work was moved along.  All in all, life was normal.  The adventure of the day was the meeting.  At Fetch, Barrett the Gordon Setter greeter landed on Lee's shoulders on her arrival and then offered up his best tricks, spending much of the meeting on top of one table or another including the meeting table.  Looking up at a Gordon Setter as he looks down at your meeting notes is an interesting sensation.  But that was not the adventure.  You see, on arrival, Our Brenda was standing in front of her office door, a perplexed expression on her face and a hand on the locked office door.  Apparently the folks who had used the facility locked a door that had never been locked and for which there was no key.  Contemplating her options between torturing Mark, a decision was taken.  At the end of the meeting there were sounds that approximated a chicken laying an egg, some laughter, a comment from Mr Mcdonald that 'yes' he would push but  'where do I push'.  Ah, the quandaries with which we are faced.  All is well in Virginia as they brace for yet another storm - there was actually a discussion of whether or not snow blowers could be purchased in the best state in the South, the efficacy of the machine and it's attributes when properly chosen.  Did we mention that earlier in the week there was a distressed message on the answering machine from the youngsters in Monson, noting that there is so much snow in western Massachusetts that the Airedales can simply walk over the top of the fencing in the exercise yards!  The youngsters appear to find this situation a bit off-putting and may have been looking for sympathy - they got the wrong number.  And it continues to rain in Victoria - who says the weather is changing!

Little Maggie is busy.  She enjoyed the good weather, ate her meal and managed Nemo.  Sophie and Micah had a great day in number three yard. The two are great pals and when they settle for a snooze, little Micah curls up almost inside Sophie the Mastiff.   Ruff had a good expression of his thoughts and thoroughly enjoyed it.  Mischka is well and managing to stay interested in his companions, but perked up noticeable when it was explained that things would quiet through the week. 

The house dogs are well and enjoyed this good weather.  Patti kept the yard in good order and Clint did his best to upset that.  Our Ken was well supervised in the garage.  Billy and Atlas met and greeted the visitors with typical Airedale aplomb.  The Welsh were less welcoming.  JR is in season so less than sociable and Scooter did not consider visitors a bonus to her world of ball playing.  The settling in for the night went without incident.  There was a great movie on television - we hadn't seen Philadelphia - that kept all occupied until midnight.  Atlas liked that.  Piper didn't.  You see, the line up for the bedroom parade occurs at 9:30 and keeping one's position for almost 3 hours is a trick. 

Dinner was late (Lee's meeting was late) but worthy of note.  There was a lovely shallot Parmesan risotto to accompany  the fresh smelts in corn meal crust and the squash from Our Ken's garden that he had cut up earlier in the week.  Dessert was Hagen Daz strawberry ice cream - a nod of the head to things to come. 

Adventures abound

 There was a trip to NB in this week's plans - a three day marathon for Lee that included many hours of driving and many meetings.  It was an easy drive to the neighbouring province, with trucks as the main source of entertainment.  Words to live by - empty logging trucks require a particular breed of individual behind the wheel and you are unlikely to meet them in the normal course of life.  The day of meetings went along and then there was the debate - to return or not to return, that was the question.  You see, there had been snow in the hinterlands - not in Woodstock and not at Regalridge - so we were in a quandary.  The weather folks assured us that there had been snow but we couldn't really see it so did it really happen - sort of that tree falling in the forest thing.  In the end, Lee re-entered the little Toyota and set off.  The first 40 miles were fine.  The next 40 had their moments and then there was the challenge.  The empty logging trucks were on their return trips - what exactly are they doing running up and down highways with empty trucks and swinging jaws?  And there were lots of others keeping the little Toyota company.  The Toyota looked like the family pet in a sea of giant trucks.  As our convoy moved along, the snow deepened on the roadside, the slush became a constant and the passing lane became a rutted ice cover.  Moncton was a mess.  There were many transport trucks on their sides, including the Canada Post mail delivery 18 wheeler.  Paper was everywhere.  And there were cranes pulling yet more trucks upright.  There were no logging trucks overturned.  The convoy carried on - far too late to turn back and the accidents had been the day and night previous so hope for the best and stay with your friends, Lee reckoned.  NS was fine.  In fact, the little Toyota found its way to the Exit in record time after leaving NB and all was relaxed, Our Ken had been paged to do the gates and it was 3 minutes to go.  Or not.  A car three vehicles ahead stopped for on-coming traffic, turn signal on to turn across the highway.  Behind it was a truck.  Behind that a car.  Then Lee.  The truck stopped, no tail lights.  The next car had no chance.  It was the back of the truck, on coming cars or the steep ditch.  In what appeared to be slow motion, the driver opted for the latter.  Lee stopped to help.  The young man crawled out the window and up the bank, white faced and shaking.  He silently crawled back down and pulled open the back door, handing children up to Lee who corralled them.  Children in tow, she moved them to a safer haven, the little boy looking up with tear filled eyes and saying "Whatever will we do - our car is broken in two".  Yet smaller, the little girl took her cue from the brother and tears started.  Lee figured explanations were in order.  "Everything will be ok.  Your Dad is a hero and saved your life.  And now a big truck is going to come and pull that car right back up on the road".  And Our Ken had been called to get a tow truck there asap.  The little fellow looked up at Lee "You mean, just like in my book?"  And all was well in that little world.  The tow vehicle arrived in record time and Lee quickly and without comment  paid the driver before leaving (there was real doubt that these folks could have done that).  And the adventures continue.

The kennel is filling for the February breaks.  Little Maggie has settled in for the week end, kicking up the little Maggie heels and feeling very at home.  Mischka has lots of company and is always pleased to see dogs to keep him entertained.  Ruff is good entertainment value and Mischka likes the Golden.  Mickey the substantial Sheltie is in residence, taking life in his stride.  As Our Ken notes, Mickey is such a good fellow.  And the big fellows are here.  Sophie, the Mastiff from last summer has returned - maintaining order in the double run as her pal Mica watches carefully.  Interestingly, last summer the Mastiff was a bit concerned with the whole situation.  This second visit is much easier, as is so often the case.  Once the dogs understand that the owners will return, they seem to settle in and take the change in life in their strides.  Sophie now takes the lead, trots (lumbers actually) out to the big exercise yard and returns to the correct door to go back to her kennel when the exercise period comes to an end.  It is a bright and tractable group, with each dog able to find his/her own outside run door and working with us as he/she moves between the kennel and the play areas. 

The house dogs are fine.  There was the usual delight in having Lee home and lots of stories to be told by the Norwich, Piper and Nick.  Patti had a comment about Our Ken's cooking but is back to her self and marched her way to the bedroom to sleep - a barometer of Patti's health and wellness.  Paula is well and the puppy is thriving.  Growing like a weed, he continues to be the apple of Paula's eye at a very mature two weeks of age. 

Dinner was chicken pot pie and peas with cream horns from Maine for dessert.  When you grow up with the Maine pastries, they are a treat of significant note lo these many years later.   And we are ready for yet another week end of frivolity . . . 

Roads were not stellar this evening and Our Ken forages

It was a day filled with activities as both Ken and Lee managed their schedules.  While Lee faced four conference calls and an evening meeting, Ken put on his game face and went foraging.  With a focused run through Costco and to the dog food purveyor, it was on to Snow blower shopping in earnest.  No flake was left unturned as Our Ken measured and contemplated, tortured sales people and put together his list of requirements.  Arriving home by dinnertime, there is some glimmer of hope that he is a little closer to a decision.  And Lee spent her day plowing through CKC issues.  It was certainly a cold day with icy winds and very low temperatures for NS.  The stores are not filled and lots can be accomplished on days like this - when sensible folks stay at home.

The kennel is moving along.  Mischka is happy and mobile, enjoying his yard, even with the very cold weather.  Staying inside was the preference though and the dogs relax and settle in their heated building replete with comfortable beds. 

The house dogs are not amused by the temperatures and go out with some frequency to ascertain whether or not a warming trend in in evidence.  To this point, there has been disappointment in that department.  By late evening Lee had returned from the city - in time for the State of the Union address.  Watching the dogs settle for the night was as interesting as ever.  Charlotte had moved from her bed for a moment (sometimes she has a thought that must be followed) and as she wandered to the kitchen to stretch, Atlas quietly crawled to her bed and with a sigh stretched out.  Charlotte returned, had one foot up to get back up on her bed and froze - giving a new meaning to shock and awe.  It must have been five minutes of Charlotte-as-a-statue before she could even return that paw to the floor.  And another ten before she could move.  Atlas slept (we aren't certain but he may also have shrugged).  Perhaps an hour later (boy can that Mr Obama talk on) Atlas decided to resume his usual spot next to Lee.  There may have been a second of free time for the bed but Charlotte was in the air even in that second, landing squarely on the bed before Atlas had taken two steps.  There was to be no turning back. 

Dinner was the last of the enchiladas and rice.  And Lee was out the door.  Tomorrow will hold adventures as Lee departs for yet another trip to NB and Our Ken holds the fort at Regalridge.

IT was a darned cold day and night in Nova Scotia

The end of January has brought with it the coldest temperatures of the year - we desperately hope.  This was a true cold blast with high winds and icy temperatures.  Chantelle, who is close to the Bay of Fundy and in 'high country' had snow showers all day just to add to the fun and games.  The dogs were happy to be inside and spent precious little time in the elements.  Our Ken even found cleaning in the house preferable to staying outdoors - and for the outdoor boy, that is a big statement.  Lee battled paper and made a  foray to the village to carry through the errands of the day, making stops at the bank, grocery store and pharmacy.  The topic of conversation at every stop - you guessed it - weather.  There are record numbers of birds at Our Ken's feeders,  Jays, chickadees, doves, grosbeaks, woodpeckers, juncos, sparrows. the family of crows and the pheasants are collegial and hungry, eating almost constantly to keep themselves going. 

Mischka and his friends stayed tucked up in the kennel most of the day.  All are well and agreed with the dogs in the house that inside was better than out on this cold and blustery day.

Piper led the 'stay in and sleep' theme, planting those feet firmly as we encouraged the four footed to go outside at least for a spin.  Marguerite found her way to the house yet again and attached firmly to Lee.  Atlas is a bit bemused but settles on the other side and takes pride of place through the evening when Marguerite is repatriated to the kennel.  Each leave-taking is a bit more fraught and there is little doubt that she will at some point simply refuse the invitation to leave.  Chantelle reports that Lily is doing well, is walking, albeit unhappily, on the lead and is learning lots of new things. 

Dinner was a cold weather meal of shepherd's pie followed by a lovely chocolate strawberry dessert and liqueur.  A documentary on the building of the Panama Canal accompanied the end of the meal so the evening passed easily.  Life goes on

It is officially cold

It is officially cold.  In the minus double digits, the house was far more appealing than the out of doors, and the dogs had more sense than one among us.  As the beds were spread through the den and Lee made her daily phone call to her brother, a sad face appeared in the office doorway.  Do I have a bruise on my face a pitiful voice asked.  Why would you want to know the ever-compassionate Lee responded.  I fell was the reply.  Our Ken was in the garage - who knows why - and tripped, landing on his face.  Anyone else would have had to be hospitalized.  Our Ken dusted himself off and soldiered on, admitting much, much later that the world was a little blurry for a while but all better now!  He will call the doctor.  Chantelle was visiting and threatened to weight the male among us and tie him down to recuperate, only to listen to 'don't know what all the fuss is about . . .'.  The only thing that supported a rest was the Dog Show on ABC followed by the two football games.  Some rest did ensue.  And little Lily is having an adventure.  Chantelle bundled her into the car and took her to her house for some broadening of her horizons.  WE only hope she will return with some hair left on her body.  

The kennel is well, Mischka is thriving as an ancient OES can do and Trebia is complaining bitterly about cold weather and the need for a fur coat.  Sarah smiles.

The dogs parked on beds for the afternoon and evening, happy to have heat, good grub and humans at their beck and call.  Marguerite was in the house for the day, tickled to be able to assist Lee.  She eventually agreed to go to the kennel at bedtime, with the expressed desire to return to her rightful spot in the kitchen.  

Meals weren't bad.  There was an oatmeal raisin custard for breakfast with homemade sausage and the lovely boule.  Dinner was grilled steak, mushrooms and onions, potatoes and fresh green beans followed by chocolate pudding.  Ken was happy - even happier when he heard that an enchilada and a good amount of the dreaded rice accompanied Chantelle on her trip home. 

Tex-Mex is an interesting option at Regalridge

One month of winter is behind us and the cold has arrived.  The minus double digits are in evidence throughout the Region and although we are warmer than NB, it is still darned nippy.  The dogs are enjoying the stove in the den and spending little time in the elements.  Our Ken has his projects and is keeping the roads warm between Belnan and Elmsdale.  This day it was ice.  As predicted, the plowed drive with heavy rain and then dropping temperatures offered up an ice rink.  Worry about the dogs as well as human capabilities in traversing the large expanse of sheer slipperiness offered up a major project.  There is sand,  There is salt that isn't salt and there is salt that is salt.  Not certain that there is an appreciable difference since the temperatures stayed cold and the winds were bitter but the project was a serious one.  Only Clint missed the memo.  Down at the gates heralding the day, he glimpsed Our Ken doing something interesting at the kennel door.  And up he roared - only realizing 50 feet out that stopping was going to be a slight issue.  Mind racing as fast as his feet, he realigned himself and skidded up the little snowbank, sliding upward as he defied gravity and perching on the top with a shake and glance around to share that he had planned to be there!  And there were visitors.  Paula said her 'hello's' to a great couple who wanted to visit with the Welsh.  The little prince also made a cameo appearance.  Admiration abounded. 

The kennel is quiet.  Only Clint, Lola and Marguerite were brave enough to spend much time outside.  Their yard is well screened from the winds and games are necessary after all.    The rest settled quietly in the warm kennel, welcoming Mischka for his winter visit.  He has settled in the double run - that is his favourite spot - and has repossessed his yard. 

The house dogs are happy and enjoying the house - go figure.  Atlas is attached to Lee and follows her every step whenever possible.  His preference is that she light in the den so that he can sit and look at her on a level that supports Airedale visual communication.  Barring that, he simply lays behind wherever she is standing.  Better than Lee fall over him than that she escapes when he has nodded off.  Thinking about it, there are similarities to Our Ken.  Piper of course is not impressed by Atlas' devotion and shoulders him out of the way, looking surprised to see him after her not so gentle shove.  And then there were the Norwich.  Mid-evening they move as a unit to the large dog bed, spreading out in the knowledge that they will completely undo poor Charlotte.  The Airedales return to the house after their evening spin and all find their beds.  And there are the  Norwich, looking like peas on that bed, one eye of each open so they won't miss Charlotte's reaction.  She stops suddenly when she sees them on her bed.  She stands over them and stares.  She backs up and contemplates this terrible situation.  She turns around using the revolution to help her think and hoping that things will have changed at the 360 degree point.  Then it is a sad march to the kitchen and back, tail down and a picture of misery.  On her return, Ken has generally surfaced, is settled on the couch and the Norwich are up with him.  Charlotte's bed is now free and all is well in her world.  She won't leave it until morning. 

Meals must be regular and plentiful on these cold days.  Hot cereal seems necessary.  The Stilton-tomato soup followed at lunch time.  Dinner required a bit of thought.  Enchiladas seemed a good choice - at least to Lee.  So the afternoon was spent putting them together and making a lovely rice accompaniment and a dessert.  Ken had requested the chicken be for dinner, and had added his cranberry jelly to the table.  That was going to be interesting.  Dinner was plated and was surveyed by Our Ken. "I thought we were having chicken?"  R. - "This is chicken"  Our Ken in usual eloquent Ken-style "Oh".  And off came the top of the cranberry jelly (since Ken had put it on the table, it had not been decanted, of course).  There was about half of a jar at the beginning of the meal.  The bottom of the jar was almost covered at the end.   A guess can be hazarded that this was the only house in Canada that sported enchiladas with cranberry jelly.  Dessert was Lee's most famous bittersweet chocolate pudding.  And Our Ken made the most of it.  Lee hasn't yet mentioned that there is yet another enchilada meal to be had.   Life goes on with a smile . . .

Winter is here with a mix of weather to keep us on our toes

The winter is moving forward with lots of weather.  Not a lot of snow but winds that will perk you up, rains that have added the joy of ice to our lives and finally some hope of clearing and sun.  We pay for the sun with much colder temperatures but it sure is nice to see that yellow orb!  Our Ken has had a week of hunting and gathering, meetings and just basic running around.  His latest thought is that a new snow blower should be considered so comparison-shopper that he is, he is trotting through merchandise in every store on the East Coast contemplating his options - have I mentioned that we have had virtually no snow?!  But the old snow blower is just not doing any kind of job and even the light snows need some attention.  Lee has been a bit under the weather this week so is working in low gear.  The dogs are not happy with that since it means decreased activity and even some Ken-cooking.  Best not to dwell on that last clause.

The kennel is quiet and happy.  The dogs are enjoying the big yards, are playing Airedale games and have settled in for a quiet month. 

The house dogs are well.  Patti is thriving, eating well and taking her potion with lip smacks.  Her smile has reappeared and all is well in her world.  Nick has been accompanying Ken on his foraging and is exhausted from the coming and going.  He has put in a request for a quiet week end.  Lily has been Ken's project for this week and her trimming has resulted in the emergence of a beautiful puppy.  Paula and the little prince are well.  She continues to dote on him and he is as fat and happy as a newborn can be. 

Dinners have been anything available in a bowl.  Chili has been a staple as has shepherd's pie.  The tomato soup has worked and pot roast soup appeared - a true favourite winter meal.  All else is well and we look forward to a quiet week end. 

Winter is moving along

All is well at Regalridge, with the dogs settling in for a long winter's nap.  It was a cool day but with an icy wind.  That offered up lots of dogs in the den with beds at a premium.  Greg reported a minus 17 start in Woodstock.  It was minus 10 in Belnan.    Our Ken spent his day on the roads, first to the City for a hunting and gathering expedition followed by a trip to Truro for another Health Board meeting.  His reports of the day included Costco being quiet (their cherries are great as are the green beans this week).  Dropping off some soup and muffins for her lunch, Ken notes that Kendra is making slow progress forward.  Lee managed the dogs and the paper battle with varying degrees of success. 

The kennel is quiet and the dogs are happy to be in a warm environment with lots of blankets.  There were a few races in Sarah/Trebia style and Scooter had her ever present ball close at paw.  Nemo declined most offers of in and out time.  Marguerite found her way to the house and settled in with Lee, a big smile on her face and stories aplenty about tricking Piper who was fed in the kennel.

Piper had a few words of her own about the life of dogs and her particular displeasure - quite focused on Marguerite as it happens.  Nick was offered the road trip to Truro with Our Ken.  He declined in favour of the dog bed in the den.  It was cold and Our Ken was on his own in Nick's books.  He didn't even appear apologetic.  Patti thrives and was willing to brave the wind more often than most - she is a true adventurer.  Lily is spending more time with the  big dogs and is tickled with the inclusion.  She has become a particular friend of Marguerite but might be better to cultivate Piper all things considered.  Paula and the little prince are well.  Paula remains reluctant to be separated from him, even to go out to the bathroom.  Her current modus operandus is to roll on her back when asked if she wants to go out.  If lifted from her spot, she lies limp until placed on the floor, then jumps up to get back into her area with the pup.  When that doesn't work, she reluctantly follows to the door, races to the outside pen and does what needs to be done in record time.  Then there is a race back to the door, a race up the stairs and a bounce at the bedroom door.  By the time a person manages to catch up, she is frustrated and has a look on her face that only a teenager could possibly emulate.  The door is opened and there is a streak through the room to land in front of the baby followed by a thorough cleaning to ensure nothing untoward had occurred over those couple of minutes.  This devotion will taper in a couple of weeks but is certainly remarkable now.

Dinner was the result of Ken's expeditions.  There were fresh green beans to accompany the potatoes and outstanding salmon steaks.  All is well. 

Winter is alive and well in Nova Scotia

Sunday was another true winter day dropping temperatures to become the coldest night of the winter to date.  As Our Ken came in for breakfast, the phone rang and a pitiful little voice asked 'are ya busy'?  It turned out that someone had left her radio on in the car and the battery died, only more complicated by t he fact that the extension cord had gone missing.  So, off went Ken to Kennetcook for a little spin and back they came, late but determined to make the ATA meeting.  Lee held the fort - Paula likes her support, after all. 

Old Max departed late in the day., happy to see his owners but having acclimated pretty darned well.  Trebia and Sarah waved good by as they reclaimed the kennel.  Nemo slept. 

The house dogs are well and happy.  There are little mounds of snow and games abound.  Nick was a bit miffed about Our Ken leaving without him but determined that Lee needed close supervision so managed to keep busy.  The little dogs huddled around the oil stove, moving closer as the temperature dropped.  They can sleep under it, much to our amazement.  Too much heat is not in the repertoire of a Norwich.  Jack managed the wildlife on his deck - marching to shoo away the demented squirrel and the many birds.  It is a big job.  The baby puppy thrives and is as round as he is long.  Paula is assiduous in her ministrations. 

Dinner occurred watching in amazement as the Patriots lost.  Pot Roast worked nicely.  And should you have the new Oprah cook book, the maple walnut muffins are great.

There is lots of activity at Regalridge - most of it revolving around Our Ken's lists.  Included in his necessities was an update on snow levels among our friends.  This week, Susan and Shirley won.  Monson was the recipient of 31 inches of snow from the latest storm.  We salute you!  And then there was the dinner request - a fondue was on Our Ken's mind so preparations were begun.  This of course was announced after he had secured a guarantee of a full breakfast and after Lee had begun the process of this week's homemade soup.  The kitchen was to be in high gear all day, apparently.  Using a fraction of the tomato crop means Einstein no longer has to be cajoled to sit on the freezer to keep the top closed.  There is actually a millimeter of space now available with the removal of a few pounds of the tomatoes, a couple of filets for dinner and some burger for Patti.  Then it was on to bread - a fondue doesn't work without a boule, of course.  A short list of requirements was developed for the foraging trip and then it was a matter of prep and stir, aided by phone calls of encouragement from friends.  Perhaps the best was Pat who when told that bread was moving from the paddle to the stone in the oven commented in Pat-like fashion "we buy bread in stores in Saskatchewan".  Chantelle reports that Scout is thriving at Agility while she is somewhat challenged in the direction department - as if we didn't know that already.  Directions - Chantelle - that's a tough equation.  The weather was "a perfect winter day" according to the weather person among us and brought with it many birds including the flock of beautiful yellow grosbeaks to complement the jays and woodpeckers at the kitchen feeder.  Of course, the mourning doves don't leave and seem to multiply by the day. 

The kennel is doing well.  Old Max is coping better than his owner had anticipated but will certainly be glad to get back to his routine.  Still, he is eating well and managing to express himself with clarity.  Trebia and Sarah are happy racing around their yard and the rest are looking after the kennel and yards as only Airedales and Welsh can.  Trebia has heard a rumour that Barrett is coming for a visit and is counting the days.  Nemo has been lording it over her because his Lucy is booked - Trebia now can say 'snap'.

The house dogs are well.  A fondue was a revelation since it was eaten in the den - there are football games, after all.  Atlas could not figure out why sharing was not part of the deal since all of the food was at Airedale level and really appealing.  The rest more or less understood the rules and were somewhat more accepting of the change in venue.   Paula and the little prince are well and happy.  She is such a lovely Welsh and we are sorry that this little one isn't a girl who might stay with us. 

And meals were the order of the day.  The fresh tomato and Stilton soup was outstanding.  Add the bread hot from the oven (as compared to from Pat's store) and it was an impressive lunch.  The fondue was a pleasure.  There were sauces ranging from blue cheese through creamy onion, not forgetting the tequila mustard.  There was the boule and a Caesar salad.  There was filet Mignon and a lovely kielbasa and of course mushrooms and other veg. that made even watching football a pleasure.  The plus was that with Lee's fondness for Pittsburgh after her visit to the lovely city, her team won.  And we are on to tomorrow and the Patriots game. 

Happy dogs make wonderful winter days at Regalridge

Well, winter is here and the dogs are tickled.  Tom has plowed low banks of snow throughout the big yard and the dogs are revisiting games developed several years ago when snow mounds were a regular occurrence.  Scaling the Himalayas could not bring more joy to the most earnest mountaineer than does the snow game being played by the Airedales.  He who claims the summit appears to be ruler of the world of Regalridge and then the games begin. 

Max the ancient Welsh is managing his vacation time and becoming acclimated.  He now allows Ken to slip a lead over his head and walk him around the kennel building to his inside room (his decision not to go in and out his in/out door is firm).  Trebia and Sarah are tearing around yard four and are happy as two dogs in their right minds.  Sarah has decided that winter in NS is just perfect and Trebia agrees.  They now hum Oh Canada and have forgotten the words to The Star Spangled Banner beyond 'the rockets red flare' . . .

The house dogs are active and tired at the end of the day.  There is not a spare bed to be found, to the point that Nick, who had chosen a large bed near the deck door, decided to move to the kitchen only to find that all paths were firmly covered with Sleeping Airedale girls.  He rethought his strategy and determined that he liked his original bed after all.  Paula and the little guy are well.  The puppy is absolutely beautiful and she is smitten with him. 

Dinner was Bitar's pizza - life could be worse. 

A puppy arrives

.  It was a momentous day.  Starting early, the dogs were settled and comfortable by the time the sun would ahve come up, had there been sun.  Organizing the smallest car, Lee was off to the city with Paula comfortable ensconced in her crate, cookies for the Vet office carefully arranged.  Amid a flurry of welcomes, Paul and Lee settled in, came to the top of the list and the surgery was performed, Paula offering up her one large boy in record time.  Home by early afternoon, the lovely whelping set up was in the bedroom.  Paula settled in with her little Prince and Lee settled in to support Paula's ministrations.  By mid-evening, Paula was fully aware of her surroundings, had eaten a light meal and settled in.  By very early this morning (try 3.06 am) she was pretty much back to herself.  There are pain meds that help and the anaesthetic is as light as is possible so recovery is swift.  Perhaps the least impressed of the dogs is Piper.  There is a puppy in the bedroom.  It squeaked a couple of times through the night and Piper has deemed Paula a poor excuse for a mother (apparently forgetting that her 'take' on her puppy after a similar day was that it was the devil reincarnated - a sentiment she held for two solid weeks).  Piper has offered to take over all maternal duties - never mind she is not pregnant, has no milk and it is not her puppy).  Paula thinks she is nuts. 

The kennel is well.  Old Max arrived in the afternoon.  A geriatric Welsh with set ideas on life in general, he settled in, had his dinner and is doing reasonably well, although concerned at his change in circumstances.  We have assured him that it is only for a few days.  The rest are fine - delighted with the snow cover in the runs and developing games accordingly.

The house dogs are fine.  Paula's return with her family of one was cause for celebration and many tails were wagging as she was carried though the house.  All are well although Patti was not amused that the parade to the bedroom was curtailed to minimize the confusion for Paula.  Only Piper and Billy were allowed upstairs - Patti has developed a grievance and submitted it this morning.  Tom is sympathetic. 

Dinner was pulled together.  There was pork with apple dressing, potato scallop and vegetable.  Our Ken no doubt found dessert in the pantry.  Tomorrow, things will return to a better semblance of normal.

Snow fell - and fell and fell

Well, there is a white world at Regalridge.  The snow started early afternoon and continued through the evening.  By early evening there was at least 15 cm.  The blessing is that there was no wind and while the snow is heavy, it isn't so deep that it can't be managed easily.  The dogs are delighted.  Heads have gone down, muzzles to the ground and the snow flies.  Snow filled faces reappear with grins a mile wide and snow transforming the Airedale faces into a northern breed yet to be named.  Iterations of the game are played by the Welsh and even the little Norwich, although the efficiency of the last grouping is diminished by the fact that their short little legs don't allow them to get to the floor of the deck.  Early in the day, Our Ken braved the bare roads and went hunting and gathering.  We have lots and lots of yogourt - who knows why.  Lee had an all afternoon conference call so was tied to a telephone as the snow began to fall.  The evening brought with it the American spectacle in Arizona. 

The kennel is well.  All were out all morning, enjoyed the early snow and had a quiet evening. 

The house dogs are thriving.  Paula is fine and Patti continues at the top of her game.  Nick assisted Ken in his expedition so feels highly necessary to the functioning of the property.  Beds were well occupied in the afternoon and evening - Charlotte won the prize by managing to commandeer the largest bolster bed and stretching her neck to have her snout on the largest round bed.  To her great consternation, May decided that she would actually sleep on the second bed, assuming that Charlotte's snout did not assert a reasonable claim. 

Dinner was pot roast.  Potatoes were from Ken's garden.  Parsnips, Turnip, onions and carrots were from the market across the road.  All was well in Our Ken's world. 

January moves along quite easily and a storm is brewing

Another day, another flurry of activity.  Our Ken managed another trip to Truro and this time the meeting happened.  Nick went along for the trip so all was well in the world of the boys.  Lee managed a conference call, some work as Ken's EA and a turn over of the books to officially move Regalridge to 2011.  And the birds are active.  There are at least 8 pheasants now, the 6 crows and a gazillion Jays, Mourning Doves, Chickadees and assorted Grackles and Blackbirds.  The Woodpeckers are jockeying for position on the new feeder with the Jays and there appears to be an uneasy truce as each finds a side.  We are positioned for the storm watch tomorrow - and Our Ken has begun his annual muttering about a new snow blower - as Lee works to ensure Tom arrives on cue with his plow truck.

The kennel is an easy run with few characters and all permanent or semi-permanent.  Scooter and Nemo had a great day, the former playing ball and the latter dreaming of Lucy as he wandered about the perimeter of the kennel.  Sarah (from Iowa) and Trebia (from Montana) did American things.  That included many highly competitive races around yard four, grinning from ear to ear and each assuming that she won.  Marguerite continues to contemplate her options with Lola supporting her every move.  Clint is Clint - in charge of the building and happy to be in charge of just about anything. 

The house dogs are well and happy.  Patti is eating well and has determined that she should lead the parade to the bedroom late into the evening.  Up and down the stairs with alacrity - who ever would have thought that would happen again.  Piper had her time in Lee's lap during Anderson Cooper - and he was on in an extended program so Piper's time was extended.  She was happy - Lee perhaps not so much.  May the Norwich is another of Lee's followers.  She finds the addition of the Airedale to her level of evening living somewhat off-putting.  At one point she crawled over and laid on Piper's head to make her point.  Piper blinked.  Paula is well and the puppies in her belly are active.  The early part of the evening was on Lee's lap and those babies kicked up a storm.  There is no doubt Paula will be relieved to divest of them this week.

Early in the day, Lee's winter granola was built - this day a maple pecan date variety that Our Ken is fond of.  Dinner was great.  There were marinated pork tenderloins with a pan sauce, potato scallop and peas, applesauce and Christmas cookies (surely they will disappear soon).  And we move forward

The pheasants and crows send their regards on a pleasant day at Regalridge

It was a busy day at Regalridge with each of us moving his projects along.  Tom had decided to sort out Marilla's decorating concepts and a major undertaking ensued.  There is now plexiglass - Marilla is giving that some thought.  Tom = 2.  Marilla = 0.  the gauntlet has been thrown.  Our Ken organized his day to attend his meeting in Truro and be home in time for a dinner obligation.  And then the circus started.  Turns out the trip to Truro was pleasure only - the meeting is tomorrow.  And dinner - well, we had a great meal and a chance to spend some quality time with Chantelle.  Problem was that we were supposed to be joined by four others and the one who made the plans not only forgot to share that little detail with the family, he also forgot the dinner.  Lee managed to make progress in the battle of the paper.  Ken mailed enough envelopes that it almost took a wheel barrow to get to the gate.  The bird population is increasing, we think, and the pheasants and crows have bonded under the chestnut tree.  It is great to watch them enjoy Ken's offerings, next to each other and apparently comfortable together.  Not a common sight, we suspect. 

The kennel is well and happy.  Trebia zooms and Nemo thinks about Lucy - she is coming for a visit in a little bit and he is counting the weeks.  Scooter is honing her ball playing skills and Marguerite is plotting - eternally and with zeal.  Lola is worshipping at Marguerite's feet and that is worrisome.  Clint is managing all with Clint-aplomb. 

The house is ticking along nicely.  Nick is in charge of the inner workings, taking time only to accompany Our Ken on his forays to the towns and cities.  Patti is thriving and seems to have managed to roll back the clock this month.  She is bright, eating well, ambulatory and in charge of the yards as she has been for lo these many years.  The difference is that she is ancient and not well - but appears to have missed that memo.  Paula's pregnancy is down to the final days and she continues on with equanimity - well, with Welsh-equanimity which is slightly different and a bit less benign than most others. 

Dinner was restaurant fare and was just fine - Lee smiled throughout since someone else did the work.  And we are on to the day before a snowstorm.

Snow!

It snowed.  And our friends south of the border were tickled that we finally had something that resembled winter.  Real snow this time.  And although the accumulation was not but 10 cm or so, it really does cover the ground and cleans up the property.  This was a snow the dogs enjoyed.  It was light for much of the day and the weather was mild without wind.  By evening, there were breezes and colder temperatures - time to come in and find those dog beds.  Our Ken moved about the property, checking whatever it is that men check, taking time to check on the football games and to rest his eyes.  Lee moved the eternal mountain of paper, working on her Dad's estate as well as Regalridge updates.  The post office will be able to function for yet another year. 

The kennel is now down to our dogs with Roddie and Ruari waving good bye at the height of the storm.  Two little white dogs waving with snow falling is an interesting look.   The boys were happy to leave, we think, with lots of stories in their heads and slightly hoarse from the competition with their new found friends.

The house dogs are well.  Patti is going strong with lots of energy, a tremendous attitude and a determination to back up the clock.  She spent her night in the bedroom, once again, taking the stairs in stride and grinning as only Patti can.  Her meals of mac and cheese, sprouts and steak appear to agree with her and the potion acts as chaser.  The rest eat kibble.  Marguerite had an adventure with Our Ken early in the day that set the stage for the snow.  Finding a treasure, she led Ken a merry chase - with Clint, Lola and Charlotte trotting along behind, cheering on their side.  It was highly amusing and a great spectator sport - as long as you weren't Ken. 

Dinner was spaghetti with Naan and fresh fruit.  Worked well on a snowy evening.

Snowfall but no snow - what's up with that

Without  a deep science background, the world is a confounding place.  Today it snowed - virtually all day long.  Would you not surmise that there would be snow on the ground?  There is perhaps a centimeter of white cover, enough that the green has disappeared but any raised object on the lawn is still completely visible.  As the birds land, their air movement rids that area of snow.  There is more forecast so we will see if that brings more accumulation.  And while the snow fell, there was lots of activity.  Lily had a good trimming.  She is a lovely pup and a good combination of her parents.  Lee battled paper, yet again.  Progress is slow.  Our Ken has picked up on Lee's organizing and has rearranged parts of the bedroom, adding a large bookcase.  January seems to bring the organizing gene to the fore with annual success.

The kennel is quiet and easy to manage.  The boys are gearing up to see their owners, are building their tales of heroic feats, have written their lists of requirements for 2011, including acquisition of a Welsh to assist in vocalization and help keep Warren in line.  There is also some thought that a greater challenge than locking Heather out of the vehicle may be required.  With their advanced years having brought such well honed skills, they are scheming about a 2011 break through.  It will be interesting to see what they come up with.  On- Star knows them by name, of course. 

The house dogs are well.  Patti has reverted to the energy and outlook of a young dog.  She is running around the property, her shoulder seems to have repaired and her appetite knows no bounds.  For the first time in over a year. she arrived at the kitchen table to help us polish off a brunch of French toast and bacon.  Piper spent an hour of quality time in Lee's lap after dinner, secure in the knowledge that she had Lee pinned and unable to leave the property.  She's a schemer is our Piper.  Paula is getting closer to her due date and is round as a basketball.  Still, she seems comfortable and is maintaining her routine with Welsh concentration.  Charlotte was so undone by May having taken her bed yesterday that she spent the afternoon on the bed, just to be certain it didn't have any Norwich dents in it.  Mission accomplished - at least according to Charlotte. 

Dinner was a grilled sirloin with creamed potatoes, sprouts with a Parmesan butter, baked tomatoes with balsamic reduction and shallots (truffle oil didn't hurt) and cookies.  Life goes on

Lee returned and Ken is relieved of the extra workloads

Winter is here.  There is a cover of white on the ground from Regalridge to Woodstock, not much of it given the date, but still, it does look more like the season.  And there is snow forecast.  Some will land in Woodstock according to the forecast, some in NS and a lot in poor old Moncton.   Moncton will look like Virginia by Sunday night, the Southern state that appears to have moved North.  All has been going along normally at Regalridge.  Our Ken held the fort while Lee drove to NB for meetings with various professionals dealing with her Dad's affairs.  She had a good visit with her brother, moved the paperwork and processes along, wrote significant numbers of cheques and drove home, all in three days.  Our Ken survived on turkey casserole, turkey soup and the pork roast.  That suited him just fine. 

The kennel was quiet.  Only the two little white dogs remain to give Trebia and Sarah guidance.  And rumour has it that they may leave on the week end.  Baths are in order.  Fun brings with it a metamorphoses from white to brown that Heather may not fully appreciate.  Then again, she does have a close relationship with On Star as a result of these two so the colour change might not surprise her at all.  They are far from sedentary seniors. 

The house dogs are well.  Patti had Our Ken whipped into shape quickly, burgers were cooked for her dining pleasure and the potion doled out at her whims.  Piper is not amused that Lee was lost for several days and expressed her displeasure by refusing to accompany Lee upstairs at bedtime.  That will teach Lee!  The Norwich are being the Norwich - bossy and demanding.  The evening saw May stretched out on the largest bolster bed in the house, upside down with feet in the air.  Charlotte was beyond not amused.  May didn't care one bit.  Paula parked on Lee and would not move, lifting those little Welsh lips every time an Airedale even looked in her direction.  Atlas is always happiest to see Lee home.  He settled by her chair after leaning his head on her shoulder, braving Paula's wrath, and spent his evening happy that all of his chickens were in the roost.

Dinner was a treat - Chinese from the fabulous restaurant in Elmsdale.  Chantelle collected and enjoyed it with us before wending her way home.  And we are on to the week end. 

Last day home for Lee until the week end.

There is lots of activity at Regalridge as the new year kicks into gear.  With a birthday party to happen, the house to be organized post-holiday and projects being listed for the winter, all is going swimmingly.  The party is almost formulaic after all these years.  The turkey casserole is a favourite, the add ons vary somewhat and the cake is a standing item.  Thought was not required but time was a different story.  Why is it that when you are slightly ahead of the curve early in the morning, by afternoon everything is behind?  Still, time was available to admire Phil as he and the crows enjoyed breakfast under the chestnut tree.   And the sunset slightly later than last week was lovely - a harbinger of spring as the days get longer. 

The kennel is settled and the dogs relaxed.  Roddi and Ruari had a great day, moving from their usual yard number four to number two - who knows why!  They simply bustled off to a new venue, Ruari in the lead.  It was a nice day so exploration was able to be thorough and detailed.  Sarah and Trebia enjoyed another yard and Scooter played ball throughout the day.  All was well.

The house dogs are fine.  Lori had determined that early rising with Piper, Marilla and Lee is just not necessary.  She has moved to accompanying Our Ken later in the morning and thinks that is just fine, thank you very much.  Paula continues to broaden as she approaches her due date.  Welsh puppies are in the offing.  Lily is taking the occasional spin with the older Airedales - but discipline is necessary and so far she hasn't quite mastered that particular attribute so time with the big guys is limited.  With the addition of the new beds, there is less jockeying but still determination and focus as the older Airedales decide which bed is designated for the top dog.  Nick, Patti and Charlotte all have thoughts on that subject. 

Dinner included Dawn, Jimmy and Chantelle.  The turkey said its good byes accompanied by cranberries, chow and pickled peaches.  Baked potatoes were added because, well, because Lee is from NB and there have to be potatoes or it isn't a meal.  Dessert was, of course, Chantelle's birthday cake - Devil's food (3 layer) from America's Test Kitchen cookbook with peanut butter frosting.  We tease Chantelle about it but we all enjoy this cake's annual appearance.  And we are on to suitcase packing for the drive tomorrow.

It was another day of movement and change.  As Lee geared up for Chantelle's birthday, Ken managed the kennel and sorted dogs.  There was a sea change to occur as the Welsh and Norwich were to depart.  And the weather wasn't perfect.  Not bad here but colder and with precipitation in other parts of the Province.  By noon, Lee had checked in with Chantelle to be told that the plows were active and that there would be no celebration this evening.  So plans were revised, cakes put to cool and a regrouping done.  Ken and the Schenk dogs bonded in the tub; all were cleaned up and loaded for their return trip with the airport detour to collect the owners. Ken managed to find his way to Canadian Tire and reports that the whole store is on sale.  Surprising that he managed to find his way to the Exit door, really. Lee sorted and organized while he was gone. 

The kennel is emptying.  The little white dogs are holding the fort, keeping a close eye on Trebia and Sarah.  All is well in their world and the noise level has seriously abated.  The boys are getting their second wind.  The bath process perked up the Welsh and Norwich.  Recognizing this as an aberration in their routine, the excitement mounted.  And seeing their owners was cause for furious welcoming words, Crockett leading the way. 

The house dogs are fine.  Piper determined that Lee needed a close scrutiny so parked in her lap for a long period in the evening.  And yes, Piper is an Airedale.  Nick was seriously annoyed that the van departed without him.  While the car is allowed to come and go on occasion, the van is not to leave 'sans Nick'.  He will be out of sorts for 24 hours.  Then there was the hockey game moment.  The Norwich were ensconced in the chair with Ken (who was resting his eyes).  Somehow, Abigail slipped off of the arm of the chair and landed on the floor.  In high dudgeon, she marched over to Lee, was lifted to the couch and parked as far away from Ken as possible, while still on a level high enough to glare and ensure he was aware of her extreme displeasure.  It was a great game - perhaps because Canada won but nevertheless managed to hold Lee to the end. 

Dinner was a bit unusual.  Lee threw in the towel.  And without take away that is edible, it became onion soup and potato skins.  The soup was better than average.  And the potato skins were made edible with the addition of a peach salsa that had been included in a great Christmas gift from our PEI friends.  The salsa is fabulous.  The potato skins - not so much.  Dessert was the second steamed pudding - and we are fairly sure Our Ken had some pudding with his hard sauce. 

Sunday came and went without major incident

Sunday can be quiet - or not - at Regalridge.  This was the latter.  Lee had a meeting in the city so worked to get a day's projects done in three hours.  That had its moments.  Our Ken supported some of those projects including adding the piece of furniture to the upstairs bathroom.  That was an adventure.  Now for the 'Have you seen my . . .' moments.  The birds are well and happy with Our Ken's ministrations.  The pheasant crop is increasing, a collegial lot who share well - apparently well brought up.  The crows are learning manners.  There is no hope for the nasty little squirrel. 

The kennel is settling in for winter.  Charlie and Jack waved good bye - to Sarah's distress.  The Welsh and Norwich are holding the fort, of course, urged on by the little white dogs.  There will be a definite shift in the neighbourhood when that combo is split up. 

The house dogs are fine.  Patti has moved from turkey to the end of the meat pie and is eyeing the pork roast.  All is well in her world.  Her sore shoulder appears to have healed and all is well.  Piper determined that the top of the stairs is far too fraught to attempt so did an about face and spent her night in the den - that likely won't repeat.  There was an ugly dog at the kitchen door this morning and it appeared to be our fault - in her head.  Marilla missed her little pink dog and brought one of Lee's Christmas presents down.  Any port in a storm for Miss Marilla.  Paula continues to broaden.  Dover is ready to go home - but is eating well. 

Dinner was an easy one - the remaining chicken wings and oven fries in a mixed onion/sea salt coating.  We need that every once in a while.  And it is on to Monday

New Year's Day arrives under clement skies

New Year's day brought its usual traditions.  There was champagne.  The Rose Parade was featured.  There were football games and yet more food.  The weather was good - mild and bright.  The new year brought with it a visit from a hawk early in the day that set the day for Our Ken.  He was on alert, shovel in hand, to protect his song birds, pheasants and crows.  We are pretty sure the nasty squirrel was on its own.  Some time was spent organizing tools in the new tool chest and the new furniture piece in the bedroom was populated.  Chantelle was here fora  sleep over so enjoyed the early part of the day with us.

The kennel is plenty busy.  The little white dogs are going strong, urging the Welsh and Norwich to even greater feats of vocalization. With Chantelle in residence, all little dogs were out for a long spin in the big yard.  They were pretty sure they liked that.   All are proud of their roles in keeping the village aware that it is particularly safe this season.  Ruff is managing nicely and enjoys the company of Jack and Charlie.  Jack had his New ear's haircut and looks pretty spiffy.  Charlie had a great play with Sarah.  Dover is eating reasonably well for Dover.  Caesar seems to suit her well. 

The house dogs are well.  Patti is enjoying her meals and her potion.  She is again spry for her advanced years and is enjoying managing the front yards.  Nick looked after kitchen detail, assisting with special interest throughout the day.  Paula is on the look out for a lap and even the bending of a knee offers potential in her books.  The new beds are well in service with the 'couch' perhaps the most popular. 

Meals included waffles (New Year's after all and one of Chantelle's favourites).  Champagne accompanies waffles nicely - but then, Lee is certain champagne accompanies cardboard nicely.  Dinner was an event.  The New Year must be ushered in properly.  It was a crown roast of pork with an apple, onion stuffing, potatoes, squash and fiddleheads.  There was gravy and applesauce.  There was good wine and steamed pudding.  Not a common meal at Regalridge (for no good reason except perhaps accessibility to the particular cut of meat ) it was much enjoyed.  And we begin another year

All were awake for the New Year - perhaps a record

It was New Year's Eve and a good one.  There was coming and going, Our Ken made a trip to the city for some quick visits and to drop off baking in case the family was running low.  Chantelle arrived for a visit and there were copious amounts of food.  Jason came by to have the puppy's ears put up and left with baking for the trip to Cape Breton.  We managed to keep busy.  The weather was great - warm and bright so travel was easy and lobster plentiful.  Television left a little to be desired so we'all moved on to DVDs.  And at the end of Mama Mia, Our Ken turned to us and commented "that didn't look like Abba".  Not much gets by our Ken.  But we rang in the New Year in NS and on the Eastern Seaboard and Chantelle stayed awake for it, not a common occurrence.  The dogs were tickled to have an extra lap and lots of coming and going. 

The kennel gets quieter.  Bailey the Regalridge greeter departed amid great fanfare but Charley and Jack arrived for a quick visit.  So there is activity on the 'big dog' side.  The Welsh and Norwich are going strong, urged on by the little white dogs - God love them.  Dover has determined that life has changed and that she will roll with it.  Senior food has become acceptable as long as there is lots of Caesar on it.  Ruff is managing well and enjoying his vacation, as he usually does. 

The house dogs had a wonderful day.  Starting early, the three Airedales from the front room of the kennel came to the house for breakfast.  Marguerite was tickled, Lola confused and Clint triumphant - it was his idea, after all.  Marguerite stayed for much of the day.  Patti is delighted with all of the new beds and is enjoying the challenge of seeing just how far she can stretch to cover as many as possible.  So far her record is four.  

Meals included fruit salad and a buffet lunch.  Dinner was progressive.  Starting with Chantelle's pita chips and dip, there was also bruschetta with roasted tomatoes, balsamic reduction, basil and garlic.  Those were followed by chicken wings with various sauces.  The end of Mama Mia offered up lobster Newburg and fresh bread.  And New Year's brought an espresso-bittersweet chocolate pudding with rum.  2010 finished reasonably and 2011 began well.  We hope for good health and a year that is the best it can be for all.