There was a slight interruption in the blog as Lee and Ken drove to Yarmouth to give a Town Council presentation and Council's regular meeting. And guess what - there is still a yellow orb in the sky. It just doesn't seem to shine over the center of the Province. The weather in Yarmouth and environs was fabulous. The lobster was plentiful and in Yarmouth fashion was served in a white sauce over toast, in rolls and in the shell, in a lighter sauce in a bowl and in eggs at breakfast. The grocery store sells lobster for 5.65/lb and the happy travellers did their best to support the local economy. Council was welcoming and the Council chamber magnificent. An early 20th century building houses the Town Hall, renovated but retaining much of its character. The Annapolis Valley is well behind in planting. The fields remain muddy red and a tractor would be swallowed whole before any tilling could occur. The only crop in evidence is the dandelion.
The kennel is still rocking. Mischka is managing well but not amused by the weather. His ins and outs are much quicker than would usually be the case. That is a situation that is emulated by the Labrador Jax. Jax is quite simply an indoor fellow. He loves his indoor run and simply plants his considerable girth when encouraged to go outside - whether it is to his outdoor run or to the exercise yard. You never know when food could appear and you wouldn't want to miss is is Mr Jax credo. Barrett is here and woo wooing his way through life with Trebia. He is always tickled to be at the kennel and his Gordon Setter feathers are flying as the two race around yard four. What a pair - the sleek and lithe Cirneco racing the elegant Setter. Miss Ceilidh is still the shadow of Sarah Airedale and seems to enjoy any thought that Sarah decides to share. Old Bailey joins there rambles through the yard, offering Golden sentiments once she is bribed to go outside. Now ti takes both her own leash and a treat to convince her that the walk is worthwhile. Nemo enjoys Bailey but is pretty sure that he has heard that his dear love Lucy is coming to visit soon so is saving himself for that blessed event. Old Willie has become so mobile that he now prefers to stay outside as long as is possible - this with a dog who could barely stand when he arrived. Glyco Flex is working its magic and Willie's ambulation is remarkable. Giving Chantelle his back on more than one occasion as she tried to close the kennel on Thursday night, she finally resorted to picking the old fellow up and carrying him in to bed. Willie was not amused. He is pretty sure Raggs has simply been misplaced and that if he looks hard enough he will find her.
Monday is the day for the x-ray for our pregnant Marguerite. In the interim, Piper is certain she is pregnant (the fact that she isn't bred means nothing, of course) and tried to convince anyone who would listen that she needs to be somewhere special to have the puppies that she doesn't have in her tummy. All were happy to see the return of Ken and Lee, if only to tell of their adventures. It is always interesting to reconnect with the Regalridge crew. They respond with huge affection if we have been away a night or a week. This return brought little dog stories - big stories. Now think about Abigail - she weighs about 8 pounds and is very close to the ground. She is 11+ and has more enthusiasm than capability. Well, she now has a Great Hunter badge to add to her sash. Felicia went out to check on her charges on the deck off of the kitchen to find Abigail prone on the deck glaring fiercely at Paula Welsh who was dancing around her in full voice. May and Jack were ignoring the entire scene. Picking the anxiety filled Paula up, Felicia was rewarded with a Welsh talking to as Abigail stood to give her little toothless Norwich self a shake and reveal her prize - a squirrel had succumbed and it was Abigail's prize. With almost no teeth, no height and no previous hunting experience, little Abigail had her a squirrel and was hoping Felicia might have a tasty recipe that she could offer up for a special dinner. Paula was incensed and Felicia taken aback. The prey has now been given a proper burial. Abigail is furious and Paula says she tells fibs. Who knows what happened.
Diner was catered by Swiss Chalet - it was late.
The kennel is still rocking. Mischka is managing well but not amused by the weather. His ins and outs are much quicker than would usually be the case. That is a situation that is emulated by the Labrador Jax. Jax is quite simply an indoor fellow. He loves his indoor run and simply plants his considerable girth when encouraged to go outside - whether it is to his outdoor run or to the exercise yard. You never know when food could appear and you wouldn't want to miss is is Mr Jax credo. Barrett is here and woo wooing his way through life with Trebia. He is always tickled to be at the kennel and his Gordon Setter feathers are flying as the two race around yard four. What a pair - the sleek and lithe Cirneco racing the elegant Setter. Miss Ceilidh is still the shadow of Sarah Airedale and seems to enjoy any thought that Sarah decides to share. Old Bailey joins there rambles through the yard, offering Golden sentiments once she is bribed to go outside. Now ti takes both her own leash and a treat to convince her that the walk is worthwhile. Nemo enjoys Bailey but is pretty sure that he has heard that his dear love Lucy is coming to visit soon so is saving himself for that blessed event. Old Willie has become so mobile that he now prefers to stay outside as long as is possible - this with a dog who could barely stand when he arrived. Glyco Flex is working its magic and Willie's ambulation is remarkable. Giving Chantelle his back on more than one occasion as she tried to close the kennel on Thursday night, she finally resorted to picking the old fellow up and carrying him in to bed. Willie was not amused. He is pretty sure Raggs has simply been misplaced and that if he looks hard enough he will find her.
Monday is the day for the x-ray for our pregnant Marguerite. In the interim, Piper is certain she is pregnant (the fact that she isn't bred means nothing, of course) and tried to convince anyone who would listen that she needs to be somewhere special to have the puppies that she doesn't have in her tummy. All were happy to see the return of Ken and Lee, if only to tell of their adventures. It is always interesting to reconnect with the Regalridge crew. They respond with huge affection if we have been away a night or a week. This return brought little dog stories - big stories. Now think about Abigail - she weighs about 8 pounds and is very close to the ground. She is 11+ and has more enthusiasm than capability. Well, she now has a Great Hunter badge to add to her sash. Felicia went out to check on her charges on the deck off of the kitchen to find Abigail prone on the deck glaring fiercely at Paula Welsh who was dancing around her in full voice. May and Jack were ignoring the entire scene. Picking the anxiety filled Paula up, Felicia was rewarded with a Welsh talking to as Abigail stood to give her little toothless Norwich self a shake and reveal her prize - a squirrel had succumbed and it was Abigail's prize. With almost no teeth, no height and no previous hunting experience, little Abigail had her a squirrel and was hoping Felicia might have a tasty recipe that she could offer up for a special dinner. Paula was incensed and Felicia taken aback. The prey has now been given a proper burial. Abigail is furious and Paula says she tells fibs. Who knows what happened.
Diner was catered by Swiss Chalet - it was late.
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