News from NS is that golf courses are opening. Those greens are going to be fast given the weather. And the ill and infirm are on the mend, we hope. Spring birds are arriving at the feeders while the winter crew jostle for position. Phil continues to lord it over his subjects under the chestnut tree and has developed an impressive pheasant girth with Ken's assiduous feeding. As we begin to see sunny days, the colours of our resident pheasant are resplendent. Our resident Canada geese have returned from their winter habitat and have announced their arrival. They are always early and a harbinger of good weather to come. Lee has again undertaken the battle of the paper and made some small progress. The CKC has taken over life at Regalridge but this too shall pass. Einstein is pleased since it means a ready lap at the desk.
The kennel is ticking along nicely. Miss Lucy departed among waves and cat calls. Sir Max watched as she packed her leash and had a spa treatment. And then Sir Max went mudding. Areas of his big yard have given a nod to spring - and Max the Golden became Max the Hants County Special. He had a whale of a time. Bailey the ancient Golden arrived. Max has his eye on her - a lovely catch, he seems to think, even at her very advanced age. Barrett is the youth of the organization, singing his songs and warbling as soon as he sees his beloved Trebia. It is the oddest combination - a fully coated impressive Gordon Setter gazing with adoration at the scrawny little Cirneco. She takes it as her due.
The house dogs are thriving. We were delighted to hear news of Clementine's sister in Moncton and offered some support to her family. They now know about the 'potion' as well as the Glyco Flex family of supplements. The Norwich are interested in spring's arrival and are kicking up their heels. Paula continues to spend the night with her puppy, teaching him everything she knows in those pre-dawn hours. He takes her assistance in his stride and wags his little tail happily. He is a real charmer. We will be sorry to see him leave us. Nick is looking for a car ride and is noting that vehicles leaving the yard have been few and far between.
Dinner was marginally improved yet again. We managed a strip loin grill and almost enjoyed it. And life goes on
The kennel is ticking along nicely. Miss Lucy departed among waves and cat calls. Sir Max watched as she packed her leash and had a spa treatment. And then Sir Max went mudding. Areas of his big yard have given a nod to spring - and Max the Golden became Max the Hants County Special. He had a whale of a time. Bailey the ancient Golden arrived. Max has his eye on her - a lovely catch, he seems to think, even at her very advanced age. Barrett is the youth of the organization, singing his songs and warbling as soon as he sees his beloved Trebia. It is the oddest combination - a fully coated impressive Gordon Setter gazing with adoration at the scrawny little Cirneco. She takes it as her due.
The house dogs are thriving. We were delighted to hear news of Clementine's sister in Moncton and offered some support to her family. They now know about the 'potion' as well as the Glyco Flex family of supplements. The Norwich are interested in spring's arrival and are kicking up their heels. Paula continues to spend the night with her puppy, teaching him everything she knows in those pre-dawn hours. He takes her assistance in his stride and wags his little tail happily. He is a real charmer. We will be sorry to see him leave us. Nick is looking for a car ride and is noting that vehicles leaving the yard have been few and far between.
Dinner was marginally improved yet again. We managed a strip loin grill and almost enjoyed it. And life goes on
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