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.
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.
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