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.
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.
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