Not in jail just yet

Another busy day at Regalridge and all is well.  Lee had a day in the city with her usual share of adventures.  Landing in the heart of the city at a relatively early hour, she exited a parking garage only to be met by one of Halifax's finest advising her that she could not proceed.  Now, that was a bit of a conundrum.  The parking attendant had opened the door for her to exit and the door did not open if you were not a vehicle to trip it's eye.  It was now firmly closed.  Lee briefly considered this interesting situation and advised the officer that she actually was proceeding.  He had a gun but Lee had an appointment, a fairly even stand off was in play.  With a strong comment that she was not a journalist and that the scene in front of the two of them seemed to have been controlled if not resolved, Lee stepped around the man, reckoned that he was less than likely to shoot her and continued on.  He grumbled,  Lee shook her head.  Life in the country prepares you for a lot.  Life with Our Ken prepares you for more.  Then it was on to appointments, shopping for the upcoming trips and a bit of hunting and gathering.  Our Ken held the fort at Regalridge.  There was a visit to the puppies, there was gardening and the dogs were wrangled. 

The kennel ticks along.  Lucy and Ruff are great pals.  Lucy runs and chases Ruff who delights in the companionship of another dog.  The two Retrievers have bonded strongly and quickly.   Buzz is slowly learning that waiting to do what it is that he wants to do is a benefit to all.  Rozzie loves the big yards.  She runs, barks and twirls, enjoying her time in the country.  Dolly is moving from the kennel to the house.  It will be bath time tomorrow if all goes well.  Repatriation can't come too soon according to Dolly. 

The house crew is managing well  Weather in Belnan was slightly better than that in Halifax.  Halifax offered up fog, drizzle and cold.  Belnan went from fog to clearing, from cold to warm and even offered up a little sun.  There was the potential for thunder showers that did not materialize.  Marguerite is being weaned away from the puppies.  This was a challenging day for her.  She started with a couple just for a quick 'hi how are you' moment and noted her disapproval of these big puppies that could not possibly be hers - hers are little and much cuter according to Marguerite.  Piper gave Lee the business on her return from the city - the shoe store had a dog-in-residence so Piper noted that Lee had been consorting with the enemy.  Marguerite didn't care.  Keep in mind that Our Ken had a day with Marguerite.  She tortures him unmercifully and today decided that his coffee cup was fair game.  He left it on the kitchen table only to return to Miss Marguerite with her feet on the table and nose in the cup.  To put a point on her escapade, she repeated the performance later in the day.  Marguerite 2 Our Ken 0. 

Dinner was Costco's chicken pot pie.  It was followed by cake with Regalridge strawberries and cream. And we set our sights on tomorrow 

Sunshine and happy dogs

It was a glorious day.  There was sunshine, hot weather and happy people.  Our Ken had meetings with this little health board friends so was stuck inside.  Lee managed Regalridge, found a cache of new toys for the dogs and all was well.  There was a meeting in the city at day's end for Lee but a full day spent in the company of dogs on a perfect summer day presaged that. 

The kennel is well.  Buzz has settled to the point that he is quite contained as we work in and around his run.  There is absolutely no aggression with people - just boisterous behaviours that need education.  Lucy the Lab is well and delighted to be with her friends at the kennel.  Lucy is much loved by the other dogs and may well be having an impact on Buzz.  Ruff is in residence for a week and enjoying the double run.  He is another great fellow and wears his advancing Golden years well.  Rozzie is bright and happy, enjoying her freedom in the kennel and her meals.  She is a NSD Tolling Retriever and is on top of everything - the kennel manager position has yet again been filled.  Moses would not be amused. 

The house dogs are happy.  The weather is improved, there were toy games and a day to relax without the need to constantly supervise Our Ken.  Jack is back to being Jack.  One of the new toys was added to his deck.  It was spied immediately, collected and carried.  Lee was bringing in clothes so offered a toss of the toy.  Off the old fellow went, at an impressive trot, picked up the toy and returned it to Lee for another throw.  This went on for many tosses and a thoroughly delighted Jack.  Considering that last week we felt we were saying good by to the old fellow, this is a heartening change.  He is eating well again and will not be a challenge for Chantelle on our departure.  The puppies are doing tremendously well and are enjoying their next phase of life.  Marguerite has an occasional visit but is content to view them behind bars  - of their playpen.  They are growing daily and will soon be ready to be introduced to Jack's deck off of the kitchen. 

Dinner didn't happen.  Both Ken and Lee were at meetings.  Ken did find the end of the cherry pie late in the evening it appears.  And we are on to another day.

Another day, another meeting

It was a day for Our Ken to bond with his Health Board pals in Truro.  From Strategic Planning he moved to Finance Committee so was gone much of the day.  That left Lee alone to manage Regalridge.  The Airedales translate that to PARTEE!  There was toy throwing, games of chase, grab and pull Lee around the yard (an Atlas favourite) and hit her with all four feet to see how loud she can squeal.  At that stage, Patti puts an end to it.  The puppies are thriving and well settled in Lee's office.  They love Diana Krall and Rod Stewart.  Lee is giving some thought to adding Christmas music (she does that to torture Ken at odd times of the year).  It's good to be a little off balance.  The weather continues.  Enough said. 

The kennel is gearing up for a long week end.  Buzz is Buzz and progresses slowly.  Lucy the Lab has arrived.  She is a friend to everyone, loves all of the dogs and they are totally enamoured of her.  Rozzie the Agility Toller is also in residence.  There is a rumour that Rozzie may be the Toller who was being convinced by her owner that the floor was a table at a recent Agility trial.  If that is really the case, Lee will have a little chat with Rozzie.  That is downright embarrassing and a dog like Buzz will call her on that. 

The house crew are happy.  Jack is on the mend.  He had an episode late last week but has rebounded and is pretty well back to his Jack-ness.  Old Welsh are still tough customers and with Our Ken's ministrations live long lives.  Marguerite is learning to leave the puppies.  She wants to count them but with those sharp little teeth now working, she really doesn't want to be a lot closer to her charges.  Conversely, they are delighted to see her and cheer her on if she agrees to allow them to nurse (she stands and they are on tip toes but it seems to work. 

Dinner was tenderloin grilled by Our Ken, potatoes, portabellos, sweet onions and asparagus.  Chantelle joined us but missed the late night butterscotch pudding - sorry about that.  And we look to tomorrow.

Fog, showers, cloud

It was a cold and foggy day - no wait, that's Moby Dick revisited.  There was a glimpse of sun in the afternoon but the weather remains inclement.  Our Ken gardens in spite of the wet, the fog and the soggy ground.  It will be interesting to see the harvest of 2011 - hydroponic plants might have been the best option.  Still, yesterday the roses bloomed.  And with some of the perennials there is an extended period of colour due to the lack of heat.  It will be a short season this year for summer enjoyment.  As our friend Ralph from the West Coast suggests - let's hear it for fall!  There was, though, a fair bit of moving and sorting success.  The baby puppies moved to Lee's office for the week so a new floor set up was constructed, the small play pen set up and babies brought out.  They thrived.  It is a wonderfully stable litter.  There were no shy puppies nor was there any concern with the larger world they were suddenly exposed to.  There was music played, Einstein visited - repeatedly - and Lee worked.  They were fascinated by each new activity.  Dawn, Karen and Chantelle were successful at the Shows.  All brought home rosettes and smiles all around. 

The kennel is just fine.  As is generally the case, June has been quiet - quieter with the weather which is not calling to leave home for the great outdoors.  Rozzie is in residence, is doing well and is settled.  What a difference from her first visit.  Buzz is Buzz - happy by himself and slowly learning integration.  Barrett and Trebia race, bond, race, bond, race, Barrett sings, then they race and bond yet again. 

The house crew are well and happy.  The weather is not as bad as it had been so Charlotte is able to coax her buddies outside for a few games of 'chase me' or 'look who's passing the gate'.  There is much supervision of Our Ken and Patti manages Felicia - a full time job.  Marguerite is singularly underwhelmed by the move of the puppies.  Even though they returned to spend the night with her in the whelping room, she had a litany of complaints, ranging from the fact that the puppies were not there when she returned to the room through the fact that we seemed unable to carry all nine to her simultaneously.  This required several recounts - we were deemed unworthy caretakers. 

Lunch was Lee's lobster rolls.  Dinner was roast pork with apples, potatoes, peas and gravy - a particular favourite of Our Ken.  He topped it off with cherry pie, it seems, since there are vestiges of nocturnal activity in the kitchen.  And we look forward to a busy week.

The case for the well bred dog

All is well at Regalridge.  It was a dog show day with the little Japanese car leaving the property for the lovely Annapolis Valley.  It rained.  Then there was a thunderstorm.  Surprised?  Didn't think so.  Still, it is a lovely drive across the county and with the exception of the little hiccup of half of a church (the center half - think middle layer of a layer cake) which was a bit startling and occasioned quite a wait on the narrow road, it was a leisurely drive.  There was a party at Karen and Tony's with great hospitality, great company and great food.  Can't beat that.  And those breadcrumbs that we dropped last time to guide us through the maze of streets were still in evidence - we found the house without having to resort to even one phone call or email.  It's not easy for those of us from the country to navigate a subdivision and trust Tony to be at the very end of about 1673 streets that intersect at odd angles.  The planner for that complex must have been having a very interesting life when he laid that one out. 

The kennel is just fine.  Barret is in residence so Trebia is thrilled.  Even in the wet, the two have had their races, with more schedule, we understand.  As is always the case, both won, every time.  Rozzie arrived early in the day and settled in easily.   Buzz is still with us and trying to learn.  He is somewhat more relaxed with large dogs but certainly has no love for any small four footed animals.  From a Welsh size down, he is apoplectic.  We carry on in his life lessons.  It is interesting to see rescue dogs and think about integration into homes as compared to the puppies that are raised by responsible breeders. 

As we develop positive experiences for our puppies, watch their mother provide tremendous care under our guidance and encouragement, it is apparent that the rescue dogs are so fundamentally challenged.  Homes for rescue dogs must overcome so many issues that those who have purchased from responsible breeders will never face.  And of course some of these dogs will never properly integrate.  There are degrees of issues and challenges that will exist for the lifetime of many rescue dogs.  Now, some are from great homes, were well bred and have had a circumstance dictate that they be put into rescue for a short time - marriage dissolution, health issues with owners, etc. These difficult times occasion circumstances where a good dog must move to a new home.  This integration is the easy one - perhaps a month of learning the ropes in a new family.  But more are situations like that of Buzz - questionable breeding, no proper life lessons at appropriate stages of life, homes (often multiple) where his needs were left unmet and finally a caring rescue person who has taken on his rehabilitation and placed him for a period for assessment and care to see what his potential actually is.  Vet clinics are rife with rescues.  These are dogs that see more than their share of health issues. 

Responsible breeders screen for health problems, determine breedings based on pedigrees, health and temperament to improve their breed.  They take back every dog they have bred if for any reason the purchaser can no longer care for it.  These are not dogs that end up in rescue. 

Most of the unwanted dogs, the dogs that languish in no kill shelters, that are challenges for families for years or that are euthanized for non-compliance with a home's requirements are from two sources - commercial facilities who do no testing and are uninterested in breed improvement or back yard for profit breeders.  And perhaps the latter group is the most challenging.  These are sometimes the 'designer' dogs - any mix of any genetic combination but assuredly not the best of anything. 

Responsible breeders are very careful in the placing of their well bred puppies.  So the 'designer' breeds that have been in favour with some public and with the media are the bottom of the barrel breeding stock.    And these., of course, are not planned and managed breeding programs with health checks, breed improvement goals and managed breedings.  These are breedings designed for profit alone.  The interesting term 'hybrid vigour' is a complete misnomer and does not apply intra-species but has been latched on to by media and these profit-based producers of dogs to sell the public on the cheaply produced hybrids.  Some do offer guarantees - and read the long contract carefully.  Think about sending your family pet back to a person who is producing dogs for profit, who cares nothing for breed improvement and who will provide you with another puppy upon return of your pet  Those guarantees come with many conditions and exclusions, of course.  The next puppy will have been bred in the same production process, will have had the same degree of analysis of parents and health checks (were there any?) and will have similar issues.  Since there has been no change in breeding stock, there is no opportunity to add tested and stable dogs and there will be the same support for the new home as the last dog. 

Where does this purchaser go when the doodle or poo doesn't work out?  They either go to yet another rescue situation or decide that a dog is not right for the family.  In some cases, through better education they will find a breeder.   And dogs are increasing as a pet of choice in Canada.  There are not more responsible breeders nor are there the number of purebred dogs being produced that were bred 10 years ago.  Breeders who do the 'right thing' by their programs are decreasing.  Our population is moving to the cities, the Canadian demographic is shifting.  Breeders who are responsible have had difficult choices to make as their rural properties have become part of amalgamated municipalities.  No longer are large kennels able to be maintained in many areas.  Programs for improving a breed have had to change, moving dogs to homes where they return to the breeder for a litter.  This is not an easily managed relationship at best and can lead to complications that drive a breeder out of breeding in many cases. 

A usable long term model for breeding good dogs going forward has not yet been found in North America.  Increasing restrictions, imposed by legislators, veterinary associations and the well funded organizations who want to see a cessation of all breeding, including HSUS and PETA, are taking a toll.  But as is apparent to those of us so engaged in dogs, the toll is on the 'good guys' and is having little or no impact on the commercial breeders or the back yard for profit sector.  Those who register, show, test and guarantee are easily recognizable.  These are people who purchase kennel licenses, are visible and honest.  They invest in their dogs and are easy targets. 

Commercial facilities will comply with regulation because they are businesses.  They will provide regulated care without any thought for breed improvement, but they will exist.  Add to that the thousands of underground economy individuals who are breeding and selling mixed breeds - by far the majority of dogs purchased in Canada.  It is a worrisome trend in Canada.  We work with the Canadian Kennel Club to find solutions.  We look to Europe to learn from their experiences and we continue to breed and to care for our dogs, to mange top notch breeding programs, to believe that every family deserves a well bred dog who will be the best we can provide.  We support our puppy purchasers and we educate families on the benefits of well bred dogs.  And yet that is not enough.  We are losing the media battle to the unbelievably  well funded HSUS and PETA organizations. 

So we can define the problem.   Now we must find solutions - solutions that will reduce rescue to a memory.  Solutions that will provide the right dog to the right home at a time convenient to the family.  It is the challenge of this decade.  Let's hope there are enough of us left to take up that challenge and see it through.

Our Ken had a party

And another day at Regalridge unfolds.  There was lots of activity, a project in the exercise yards and a busy kitchen.  Chantelle had been away so a dinner was in the works to welcome her back to Hants County.  Our Ken turned it into a party, inviting his buddy Jimmy because there was to be gravy so a party was in order and |Jimmy likes gravy.  Lee mentioned that Dawn might like to come along.  A cool morning gave way to sun and a warm afternoon - perhaps the first since last fall.  Clint coerced Lee to several games of toy throw - Clint is the only Airedale who will consistently return the toy.  The others run, grab and taunt - a completely different game.  Charlotte spends much of her day with a large rubber toy sticking out of her teeth, trotting up and down the yard, looking expectant.  There was a haircut fitted in to Our Ken's schedule as well as a trip to Co-Op.  He is a new man!  But the big news is that Arwyn, the missing Airedale, has been found.  Lee was off to Northport when she received the news that a phone call had been received from a Vet clinic advising that people had been in touch with them and had a dog matching Arwyn's description on their couch.  She had appeared one morning on their door step and settled in until her lots family came for her.  Miss Arwyn was oblivious to the panic and mayhem she had caused.  We are relieved. 

The kennel is well.  Buzz is spending as many hours as possible in the big exercise yards, working to assimilate and trying to figure out the life of an Airedale.   A new piece of information a week is the rate of learning.  "Wait" is a command that is important to the safety of this fellow and he is trying hard to be consistent in applying the word to his active thought process.  Trebia enjoyed supervising Ken's construction project.  Scooter thought it a  waste of time - time that would have been much better spent playing ball, in Miss Scooter's viewpoint.  Brando is doing well, enjoying the big exercise yards and looking forward to each meal. 

The house dogs enjoy busy kitchen days.  There were Norwich under foot, Piper and Marilla strategically placed and Lori passing through.  Patti made cameo appearances and Paula performed her alligator routine.   All was normal.  Chantelle's crew is in residence so there is lots of increased activity, Clem is meting out orders in Clem-style and Scout, Jessie and Viola are keeping up the side. 

Dinner was a success.  There was roast pork with potatoes, gravy, asparagus and candied carrots.  And there was a sour cherry pie - the first in a long while and well received.  There was wine at dinner and ice wine with dessert.  No one got up from the table hungry. 

The weather is improving slightly - no rain on this day

Life at Regalridge stays busy.  Our Ken managed a trip to the village on this cool first full day of summer.  He claimed the plow blade for his tractor and was highly pleased with himself.  A haircut and a bit of fishing at the Superstore rounded out his voyage.  Then it was on to gardening and following Patti who was following Felicia.  The little parade is always winsome.  Chantelle dropped off her crew in preparation for a business trip.  Clem has settled in, ensured that we remember well how to speak Clem and is in her element.  Her mobility is improved, her memory is good for getting around the property and her appetite is strong.  Chantelle is keeping her in great shape at her very advanced age (that would be Clem's advanced age, not Chantelle's).  Viola is happy to have her pal Lily to talk to and particularly pleased that Lily lives in the downstairs apartment.  As far as we can tell, they talked all night.  There was an ATA meeting that encouraged good organization from mid-afternoon on.  The Regalridge-mobile was at Margot's before the scheduled meeting start time - apparently we are late only when Chantelle is with us - who knew!  Arwyn is still missing in Northport and Lee is planning to go tomorrow to help in the search. 

The kennel is quiet and houses happier dogs now that the rains have abated.  Bella departed with a cheery wave.   We will soon kn ow who she turned over the managerial duties to.  Brando has done very well.  He is now relaxed and has taken in the kennel routine beyond a level that had been anticipated when he arrived.  Buzz continues to buzz. 

The house dogs are well.  Patti is always tickled when Felicia is here.  She is also inspired by Clem's visits and seems to take the challenge of being the active geriatric much more seriously when Clem is on a bed next to her.  Seems to be a bit of an insult in Patti's world to be classed in the same decade as the old dogs.  Marguerite and her family are well.  The little ones have cottoned on to food and think that this addition to their world is pretty good.  The next step is the patriation to the den.  That is always fun. 

Dinner was halibut with an herb and wine sauce, riced potatoes, fresh asparagus (we get mileage out of local asparagus at this time of year) and corn from Costco.  Dessert was butterscotch pudding late in the evening for out Ken and another day is ahead.

To the City to ensure all is well

Life at Regalridge ticks along.  The weather doesn't change much.  It was a cold day - not cool, it was cold.  Our Ken has retained the right to keep his winter sweaters front and center and there is no consideration being given to shorts.  By May, Our Ken is always in shorts and doesn't consider pants again until late September, except for absolute necessities - think church.    There was a sorting out of clothes and a purge done on this day.  Readying the guest room required finding the bed.  And then the bags were filled to go to the read bins.  Now, has there been previous mention of Our Ken's raccoon antecedents?  Into those bags he dove, worried that something he cherished might be destined for the needy.  Lee fished him out, patted him down and sent him on his way.  Later morning, the alpha male departed for a dentist visit and a meeting with - wait for it - a gumologist!  Surviving that, there was hunting and gathering and a return late afternoon.  There is an alarming situation on the north shore in Northport.  Arwyn has gone missing.  She is a wonderful six year old Marilla puppy who bolted during a terrible thunderstorm on Sunday evening.  This is a rural area and we suspect she has hunkered down and is not settled enough to return to the cottage of her owners.  Bev has stayed there and taken time off work to search until Arwyn is repatriated.  We have phoned all shelters and animal control to alert them and to offer our phone number. 

The kennel ticks along.  Little Bella is keeping everyone organized for a day or two.  Ursey departed late afternoon with a wave of her Shepherd paw and a promise of return.  And Buzz has almost assimilated the word "wait".  Brando is settling in daily.  Another Ken breakthrough occurred late evening - Mr Brando accepted a milkbone at bedtime from Ken's hand, deciding that he was a safe harbour after all.  His suspicions have been allayed and he is settling nicely. 

The house dogs are well and happy.  It is somewhat drier although cold and that works for Charlotte.  She just doesn't like to be soaking wet.  Patti had Felicia to shadow so was happy as happy can be.  Piper keeps her eye on Marguerite the interloper and encourages her to spend maximum time with her babies.  Paula had a nice evening on Lee's knee, pushed to the side by little May but still with some pride of place.  Marguerite and puppies are well and happy.  The weaning is going slowly but normally.  All is well with the little crew. 

Dinner was lasagne, naan grilled by Our Ken and local strawberries.  A reasonable meal.

Meetings in improved weather are less interesting according to Our Ken

Summer is almost here - so we understand.  It is cool here and wet but y'all know that.  There were nice moments today.  The dogs enjoyed those as Lee managed the property.  Our Ken was in Truro at meetings so different routines were in place.  Clint enjoys that.  The rest, not so much.   There was actually enough time to hang out a load of wash - not enough time for it to dry completely but some degree of vindication for Lee who looked at the skies as the last peg was placed and challenged the elements to 'do what you have to do'.  It rained.  There was some organizing upstairs to ready the house for friends' arrival.  There was some sorting and updating in the kitchen to ready it for Chantelle's two weeks in residence.  And there was paper moved.  The lawn tractor was running at 9 pm.  optimizing the opportunity while it was semi-dry to cut grass.  Good thing it has a light.

The kennel is quiet.  Old Bailey barreled down the drive to meet Faye and to tell her all of the stories and adventures.  She is in remarkable condition for her age and enjoys life to the fullest with the personality of ten Goldens on their best day.  Ursey is enjoying the kennel, her big yard and the routine.  She is an interesting Shepherd who understands that her owners will be back and displays no signs of the concern that we often see with this devoted breed.  She is often here only for a few hours and that may be the key but she manges her boarding periods with aplomb.  Buzz is Buzz.  Progress is in baby steps.  Life is not something this rescue boy finds easy and trust is difficult for him.  His attention span is not long because of that so short bursts of training are all he can assimilate.  Still, he does progress. 

The house dogs are always quieter when only Lee is home.  There is less supervision required and they relax as a result of that.  Clint was in charge of the yard, Charlotte in charge of the kennel yards, Patti in charge of the house and Marguerite in charge of Lee and the family.  That managed everything pretty darned well.  Jack looked after the clothes on the line and raised the flag when rain was imminent - good boy is our Jack.  Billy had the side yard - he doesn't like that much.  Piper sulked because Marguerite spent too much time near Lee.  The puppies were introduced to food.  That is always an interesting moment.  One bright little character decided that the dish needed a close look so backing up to get a good perspective, he launched and landed in the middle of the dish, flying over the side without touching.  this dish is about two feet in diameter with a three inch side.  He cleared that with six inches to spare.  After all of these years, that was a first.  The rest were more circumspect, approaching the shiny dish with caution.  Each tried a few sips of the goat milk covering the food and deemed it less palatable than Mom.  This too shall pass.

Dinner was great.  Ken grilled chicken breasts (bone in) and there were potatoes and fresh asparagus.  Butterscotch pudding came after the kennel was closed and all was well. 

Father's Day is a success and Chantelle is labeled

All is well at Regalridge.  There were glimpses of sun, followed by torrential downpours.  There was calm and then the winds came.  Perhaps a better week is ahead.  Our Ken managed to get herbs in the ground.  Time will tell how all of the planting turns out.  It was heartening, though, to see short periods with Airedales stretched out on the grass.  They love spring, normally, and play hard with the yard toys then rest on the lovely smelling new grass.  There has been little of that this season.  Much of the day was spent planning the trip to Europe.  The week in Paris will be followed by a car trip south to the Loire Valley and on to the Pyrenees with our friends Mary and Jo.  Lee will no doubt have opportunities for her 'adventures' and Our Ken will be there to witness many of them - an unusual prospect.  We will hope everyone's heart is up to the challenge since there is planning and then there is Lee.  .And an interesting update on Chantelle's cat.  There has been much ado about the cat that showed up in the middle of the night and managed to convince Chantelle to take him in.  She has nurtured, fed, worried and coddled this animal who has thanked her by biting her hand.  She has fussed and planned, pulling Our Ken into the fuss (taking him away from fussing at Lee so being encouraged in this venture, admittedly) to the point that the two were designing a structural wonder to allow Tom to live in cat comfort and safety.  He loves Clem the Airedale and was doing his level best to make a friend of Scout - hmmm.  That would have taken a little longer.  But - all was changed when two strangers showed up on Chantelle's doorstep this evening asking why she had taken their cat.  Yes, Chantelle the cat burglar strikes.  Kennetcook is not safe - except of course that Chantelle has a house full of dogs who are not cat friendly but we digress. 

The kennel is fine.  Buzz the rescue is marginally improved.  He listens in controlled situations at a level far beyond his ability to do that on arrival.  He is a bit better on the leash.  But he does not like canine company, an unusual circumstance for an Airedale.  He is eating well, an improvement from his arrival,  and athletic.   Last night on his walk he was being taught to walk with Ken and in his enthusiasm, leapt straight over the large shop vac that would keep him from being where he felt he needed to be.  And Ken's shoulder stayed in its socket - a testament to Curren genetics.  Old Bailey is managing her visit in Old Bailey style and is being humoured.  She likes that.  Trebia has heard that her Barret excelled at Agility - at least by Trebia and Barret standards.  The flying lap leap won high praise form Trebia.  No doubt an extra lap will be run this week on B's arrival.  Sir Riley departed sporting a new look and a jaunty step.  He is a great little guy and Chantelle likens him to the 'good twin' - where does that leave Scout?  We won't go there.  Ursey is in residence.  Her Sheperdness is in fine form and in charge.  Buzz doesn't like that much.  Brando has settled in, likes walking with Ken on the leash and is doing well.  Another success in Our Ken's books. 

It was Father's day.  So there was a little nod to Our Ken.  There was breakfast replete with fried apples (a Ken favourite), potatoes with mushrooms and onions, scrambled eggs with basil and bacon - always bacon.  There was toast from the homemade bread and stewed rhubarb and lemon bread earlier in the day.  Of course, at some point mid-afternoon, Our Ken realized that lunch had not appeared and seemed in no hurry to do so.  That was disconcerting to Our Ken but certainly motivated his hunting and gathering instincts.  Off he went to collect the lobster at Sobeys and the sound of cracking shells was music to the ear without having to haul him in off of the tractor.  There was a lovely salad of butter lettuce with dried and fresh fruit, toasted pecans and blue cheese.  There was lobster and the ubiquitous homemade bread.  And there was the requested butterscotch pudding.  Our Ken was happy.   That was followed by 'the gift'.  Lee did well.  In the bag were cards (winning approval) and a pair of bronze Airedale bookends.  These are antiques from the 1920's on large and impressive quartz bases.  The Airedales are beautifully crafted and each is different from the other.  All in all an impressive gift that pleased Our Ken tremendously.  Two points for Lee. 

Agility people are a sunny crowd

Week ends are busy.  That just seems to be a given.  There is a little more coming and going, a little more phone activity and lots more opportunity to do 'stuff'.  Lee was off to the city to attend an Agility Trial - a great day at Fetch with lots of enthusiasm and dogs having a whale of a time.  Now Barrett kept up the side.  While other dogs more or less conformed to the expected, if not always with precision, Our Barrett frolicked.  And after a particularly energetic set of jumps, continued his best jumping style - right into the lap of the steward at the corner of the course.  We love Barrett.  Trebia would have been so very proud.  And we hear humility is good for the soul so Brenda's soul is in no peril of pride overflow.  Our ken gardened.  More planting is done and mowing happened early in the day.  Was it mentioned that the day started dry - not sunny, not warm but at least dry.  By noon there was the occasional shower.  By dinnertime, high winds and by mid-evening, rains, of course.  Through the night it poured.  There was a visit from the Allens and a viewing of the babies.  They are growing quickly and are delightful. 

The kennel is fine.  Riley had the start of a haircut and will be finished tomorrow.  Chantelle had to go to the Agility Trial as a volunteer for the afternoon.  Buzz is Buzz - trying to figure out life in an Airedale body and finding it a true challenge.  This poor fellow didn't have the best of starts in life and has so much to learn.  These are lessons that well bred dogs learn from their mothers, the breeder, their siblings in the whelping box and later in play, then from their new owners.  It is hard to say what Buzz's origins might have been but it is apparent that the lessons were not optimal.  We progress slowly with some success in improving his listening skills.  And he is trying hard to learn.  Old Bailey is living in Bailey-land.  Her rules are being followed and life is just fine.  Riley enjoys his visits to Regalridge, is settled and liking his spruced up look.  The new boarder, Brando, is learning the ropes.  He likes his walks on the leash with Ken and is settling in one change at a time. 

The house crew is well.  Patti had Felicia for another day so whooped it up - trailing around giving Patti-directions and supporting Felicia-decisions.  What a pair.  Piper is not amused by Marguerite's enjoyment of Lee and is keeping a close eye on that partnership.  Marguerite doesn't much care.  She is enjoying her family and enjoying Lee. 

There was coming and going so meals were intermittent.  Our Ken doesn't care for that.  Dinner was a tidy up process and one of the few Our Ken approved.  He loved the chicken pot pie and that materialized once more with a side of pork souvlaki and a lovely homemade bread that Lee had begun before going to the city and baked off at dinnertime.  That worked.

There was a brief hiatus in the rains

Well, Our Ken continues to wear a sweatshirt and down filled vest much of his waking hours.  There was a period late morning and early afternoon when the vest was divested (haven't you always wanted to say that?).  There were periods of sun - not many but at least we are assured it is still up there.  It was a day of gardening for Our Ken.  The tractor was busy, there was dirt moved and perhaps a few seeds planted.  The squash is up and spreading - some hope for something in the fall.  The azalea is magnificent and the chestnut tree resplendent in its candles.  Interestingly, this year the many bees who work so hard when the tree is in bloom are resting in the eyebrows of the house at night rather than return to their hives.  That has never happened before that we can remember.  And there are fewer bees than is normally the case.  In past years the buzz from the tree would have been audible to Chantelle in Kennercook.  This year it is much, much quieter.  Lee continued with the battle of the paper, making some progress and in the process likely making more work. 

The kennel is just fine.  Pictures of Buzz the rescue Airedale were sent to Maureen to be posted on Aire Canada's site.  He will be a fellow that will have to be placed carefully but if anyone is up to that challenge, it is our dedicated Maureen.  She understands the breed so well and is so devoted.  We are all fortunate to have her as 'one of us'.    Old Bailey is thriving, managing Felicia and Our Ken and in charge of her space in grand dame fashion.  Only the old girls are that adamant and that capable of furthering their objectives.  They are to be admired.  Barret departed with a wave and final song to Trebia.  She will rest until his next visit.  Rumour has it that those ears have places to go this week end.  That will be interesting to watch.  Riley Welsh arrived mid-afternoon for a short visit and spa treatment.  Chantelle will manage that little activity - she thinks the world of Riley so it will be a good day for both. 

Felicia was managed by Patti through the day.  Patti is much improved, is enjoying life on her meds and has a new spring in her step.  That is a great relief to all of us.  Felicia took her to the kennel for a spa day of her own and we notice a new collar is being sported.  It is hilarious to watch Patti with Felicia.  She is certain that this wonderful young woman is her puppy, follows her everywhere and has her eye on the bathroom door just in case . . .  Felicia humours her and the two manage the property, with certainty in Patti's mind that Felicia would fall flat on her face without her sage Airedale counsel.  The rest are fine.  Piper is watching Lee closely because Marguerite would like to make Lee her exclusive person.  Marguerite's sense of humour appeals to Lee so there is a small window there.  Interestingly, she does not have her eye on Our Ken for that purpose but does consider him an ever present potential victim, living to torture him at any and every opportunity.  Her antics are a little more predictable to Lee than to Our Ken.  Marguerite likes that.  On this day, it was 'give Ken a little exercise' with a routine that included a race around the table, some sternly exasperated "Marguerite Come" lines, followed by pleading "Marguerite Come", followed  by hands being thrown in the air and marching out the door.  Lee then suggested to Marguerite that it might be time to go see the family.  She acquiesced, of course.  Perhaps a good thing Our Ken missed that. 

Meals were adequate.  Poor Chantelle was a bit behind on the blog and arrived for cranberry scones - a couple of days late.  A lemon-thyme bread was in the oven but not quite ready.  Perhaps another day.  Dinner included tenderloin, portobellos, vidalias, baked potatoes and fresh asparagus with parm.  A good evening.  And we look forward to a busy week end . . .

Less rain - a step forward

All is well at Regalridge - it did not pour rain.  It was a day of hunting and gathering including a dismal failure at Canadian Tire.  Apparently the week long sale as advertised in the flyer is actually a six day sale with the last day devoted to setting up for the next week's sale.  That means that the items on the advertised sale have been returned to the warehouse.  No hubcaps for the Toyota were the result since they were not only on sale but were not even available.  Costco offered up its usual plunder including some much yearned after appliance for the rain gutters.  Our Ken has been talking about this add in since he first spied the boxes but for some reason had not purchased them  Lo and behold, they were on the 'deals of the week' paper and a new cart was immediately sought.  Our Ken was happy.  Lee found two books to support the upcoming trip so it was a good hunt.  In and around the hunting and gathering, there was lots of email and some movement of paper. 

The kennel is moving along nicely and all were delighted with the day that was drier than wet.  Barrett and Trebia had races - both won - every race.  How does that happen?  We have no idea but both agree that the outcome is always a two way win - not a tie, a two way win.  Only Barret and Trebia would have figured that out.  Laurel has decided that the kennel is no longer for her.  She moved to the front yard where life is much better in a Laurel-world and is happily part of the house crew.  Old Bailey is well and happy with her rules and her kennel dictates.  Buzz continues to be Buzz - making slow progress back to learning to be an Airedale.  His strength is that there is a stable temperament underneath his exuberance. 

The house dogs are more content.  Was there a mention that there is some potential for sun two days in a row?  It is not warm but at least there is enough space between rains for the lawns to morph from bog to marsh.  And yes, that is an improvement.  Marguerite is delighting in her family - a wonderful mother and a great Airedale.  Her puppies are now up on their feet and giving some thought to the worked around them.  All is well in their world.  Patti is improved with her meds seeming to better support her ailing heart.  She is not missing a meal and spent much of this day supervising her puppy Felicia as she worked around the property.  Patti likes her white hat and rarely takes it off - just ask the Bull Mastiff at the vet hospital who was welcomed to Patti's world.when he dared come and stand over her as she sat with her back to Lee in good I'm-annoyed -with-you Airedale fashion.  A wonderful benefit of this being a quiet period in the kennel is Felicia's decision ( a la Ken) to groom all of the house dogs.  All are in great condition with their new spring look.  As each dog is done, they proudly show off the new look to all who will pay attention. 

Dinner was again a nod to an earlier season with pork chops (finished in the oven), fried apples, potatoes, squash and corn scallop.  Surely this will end soon with warmer weather and meals on the grill.  Our Ken continues to wear his down vest.  Life goes on . . .

It rained, then it poured

Weather - we are completely preoccupied with weather.  And it rained.  No, it poured.  Steadily and with fervour, it poured.  The weather now has a life.  It is difficult, demanding, relentless and unpredictable.  Arizona is looking better and better.  It was a day in the kitchen and then off to do errands and a visit to the Vet with Miss Patti.  There was a quick visit at the end of the day and a good dinner - but of winter fare.  Our Ken was gussied up in weather gear - there were waders, rubber boots, a rain jacket and Sou'Wester.  Pointing out the several layers underneath this charming outfit gives a sense of the day. 

The kennel is fine.  Her Ancientness Miss Bailey is thriving in spite of the weather and is managing to make her requirements understood.  Her leash, her timing and her route make for a happy Bailey.  Our intentions are secondary.  Buzz - well, a little thoughtfulness on his part would be a welcome addition to his day.  To this point, it is more enthusiasm than planning.  Barrett heard that it was raining.  He doesn't care.  He is in the same building as his beloved Trebia and all is well with his world.  His chortling is still a source of great amusement to the humans and one of joy as heard by his girlfriend.  What a pair. 

The house dogs are fine.  Charlotte is disgusted by the weather and considers it a personal affront akin to a betrayal.  The Norwich simply will not go out.  Jack mutters and agrees to a short march on the deck but completely rejects his yard.  Piper prefers the kitchen anyway and Billy snoozes the day away.  Miss Patti had her visit to see her favourite Veterinarian but noted that the trip was not in her day's plan.  Lee was blamed and Patti made her sentiments known.  She walked at the end of the lead with her head turned.  She sat at the end of the lead with her back to Lee and acted like a 12 year old girl disavowing all knowledge of any parent, anywhere at any time.  Eric pronounced her fit for an ancient dog, provided meds for her aging innards and advised Ken that he could relax.  Chantelle and Lee concur. 

Dinner was Lee's chicken pot pie - always a hit with Our Ken.  The morning had offered up cranberry scones with a sanding of lavender sugar.  Our Ken was reasonably pleased. 

Rain again

Guess what - it's raining - hard.  The property looks like a jungle and the dogs have firmly stated their position that they are not stepping one foot outside until it is dry.  Charlotte has prefaced the position (she appears to have been elected shop steward) with 'We are not amused' and simply lays down when all are encouraged beyond the door frame.  Charlotte loves the outdoors.  We can't get her inside in any weather.  She now will not go out.  The outdoors has betrayed her.  In fact, she may never go out again.  Charlotte has her pride after all and has touted the pleasures and benefits of outdoor life to all who are in earshot at every opportunity.  Lee is back in residence - after the better part of a week in Toronto.  It rained there as well but intermittently and with less verve.  Our Ken has managed to keep things moving and the gardens continue to bloom - how that can happen without sun is a mystery.  There is a little gift for Our Tony as a result of the trip away. 

The kennel is ticking along.  Old Bailey is here, unhappy with the weather and armed with her set of rules and regulations.  Barrett has arrived and bonded with Trebia.  They are regarding the weather with some alarm since the race has been scheduled.  If race time changes, there will be an announcement in the Globe.  Many will be disappointed.  Buzz the rescue Airedale is being encouraged to walk on the leash and is a little more responsive.  He continues to be less than thrilled with other dogs. 

The house dogs are in revolt - the time for strike action is long past.  They are looking to the works of Che Guevara and are militant.  A militant Norwich is a sight to behold    Marguerite and the babies are thriving.  The puppies are up on their little feet now and are becoming interested in their world.  They have open eyes and have formed into two groups.  We have yet to figure out the mission of each group but that and their value statements will come in time. 

Dinner had to be fish.  A week in Toronto is a challenge so Our Ken went hunting and gathering, returning with salmon steaks which were grilled and added to lovely creamed potatoes, new asparagus and a corn scallop.  Dessert was provided by Hagen Daz.  And we look forward to - another day of forecast deluge. 

Cloudy but with the sun's appearance early evening.

It was a busy day. There was a party in the making.  Celebrations of great wins are important and both Viola and Logan had ?  great wins with Chantelle and Dawn.  So Lee cooked and cleaned, Our Ken gardened and sorted and a dinner came together.  There were stories and sagas bringing much laughter.  There was a statement that the two travellers didn't get lost - did we mention there was much laughter?  There are wonderful images of the two dogs in the rings taken by many at the shows.  There is champagne still in the wrong refrigerator - another celebration must be in store.   Jimmy arrived and found his way to the yard to examine the new tractor, giving it his seal of approval.  Our Ken beamed.   And then there was the addition of the Bluetooth to the van.  Have you ever noticed that men stick together - like crazy glue, in fact.  Why do you suppose anyone would question which of the two cell phones would be first.  And how could anyone get it so wrong.  Ah, yes, two men in control of input.  Crazy glue strikes again.

The kennel is well and happy.  Moses and Naomi are packing but took time out to welcome Lucy Airedale.  A close relative, Naomi was particularly vocal in her greetings and Lucy responded in kind.  Pretty impressive are these girls of mixed American-Canadian ancestry.  Buzz the Rescue Airedale is improving a bit on the leash day by day.  That is progress.  He is becoming resigned to other dogs existing in his universe and seems to have accepted Lucy being next to him.  Another step forward. 

The house dogs loved the activity level in the house and helped tremendously.  The Norwich pointed out (as only Norwich can) areas of the floors that could use attention.  Always helpful, Marilla maintained a close eye on the kitchen activity, checking counters assiduously to ensure meal preparations was progressing as it should.  Patti rested in the den, preparing herself for the arrival of guests and her role as greeter.  Lori had the princess and pea pile of beds and could not be encouraged outside - pride of place is important, after all. 

And then there was dinner.  There were beer can chickens on the grill - with different spicing but the same beer.  Grilled baby potatoes appeared to accompany the fiddle heads and the squash casserole (Chantelle's favourite part was the casserole topping, we suspect).  There was rhubarb pie, ice cream and maple squares (seasonal fare all).  Nobody went home hungry.  Wine, beer and liqueurs were poured, including the Cloudberry liqueur to maintain that local theme. 

No sun, of course but the planting continues

Well, the jubilant travellers returned home with big smiles and happy dogs.  It was a successful foray south of the border.  Perhaps equally important, Chantelle brought Our Ken a new hat from L L Bean.  Her esp was on high alert since Clint had demolished his favourite red hat on this cloudy June day.  Our Ken has this little proclivity, you see.  He closes no door because you never know when you might need something else from that cupboard/drawer/room/desk/you get the idea.  And every surface that has been uncovered by Lee in her quest for dome order in life is immediately deemed a 'flat surface' and fair game.  Well, this flat surface bore his hat - error.  Clint was being trimmed and put down loose for a break - error.  Hat was customized - logical outcome of multiple errors.  Lesson learned?  Not likely.  But, the new hat is pretty darned impressive - it is a three lighter with a special beam.  That Chantelle is 'some savvy'.  The rest of the day was filled with paper and phone calls for Lee and gardening for Our Ken.  The birds are busy sitting on eggs or rebuilding nests so straw is everywhere and the dogs are amazed by the industry. 

The kennel is fine.  Naomi and Moses are holding the fort with Moses firmly in charge of all he surveys.  He does love that job.  Buzz the rescue is learning the ropes.  He is eating his new food and settling some.  He is ratcheting down a bit and a little bit less rambunctious on his walks from his run to the exercise yards.  A move forward for this fellow is a good thing. 

The house dogs are well but darned tired of rain, They are at the stage of having to be coaxed outside at best and hauled out at worst, only to sit under the roof of the covered porches or decks.  Enough is enough in Airedale speak.  The little Norwich flatly refuse to go out and Paula says she is going to drown.  Marguerite and the puppies are thriving.  Visitors were here and admired the puppy as they plan for the day one will go home with them.  A great couple, the puppy that will find itself in a wonderful situation.  Our only slight concern was the husband's bonding with Piper.  Lee carefully counted noses as they departed.  He can pick a great Airedale! 

Dinner was a work up to Lee's leaving later in the week.  There was prime rib roast with gravy and roasted potatoes, new baby carrots and peas with rhubarb pie fresh from the oven. 

There is sun on the South Shore

Another day - another dog show.  Or Two.  Lee took the little foreign car and went to Lunenburg (accompanied by a Junior Handler and her mom).  Our Ken stayed home and gardened.  Dawn and Chantelle showed dogs in Boston.  It was a fabulous day on the south Shore of Nova Scotia.  Tony and Karen reported that it was clear and sunny as the sun came up - and they were up to greet it, apparently.  Miss Avalon has her priorities, after all.  Dawn and Chantelle appeared to enjoy (from the look of Tom's pictures, at least) a bright and sunny day in Boston.  Our Ken - well, it was cloudy and cool in Belnan.  That didn't stop the tractor or the planting but it sure would have been nice to see sun here as well.  the chestnut tree is in full candle this week - a sight to behold.  The bees are buzzing.  The swallows are on the nest so babies are imminent.  They are the hardest working little birds on the planet and bugs disappear in great numbers as they store up for the invasion of the fledglings.  Tomatoes are planted as is winter squash and the herbs.  Potatoes went in a while back.  We hope for the best.  The strawberries have bloomed and are now growing - we hope in time for a harvest before the departure for Europe.  Our Ken will ponder the consequences of that not happening for the next few weeks. 

The kennel is well.  Buzz the rescue Airedale is trimmed up and learning the ropes.  He has a lot of energy and a lot going on that he has to work through.  Time cures all.  Moses and Naomi are well and happy.  They enjoy the big exercise yards and Moses enjoys being 'in charge'. 

The house dogs are well.  Clem is thriving and happy to have a good cook, her potion on a regular schedule and to remember her big yard.  Now if Chantelle would just find her way home, her world would be complete.  She snoozes with Patti - generally on the bed Patti would prefer - and exercises in the yard.  an amazing old dog is Miss Clementine.  Jessie has done well on her vacation as well.  That is a bit of a surprise given her proclivities but she is settled and seems to be happy biding her time on this vacation.  |The rooster - well, all he seems to be sharing is that "Chantelle is gong to pay for this".  The rest are fine.  Billy likes his new leather collar.  Rocky appreciates his new-to-him blue plaid (formerly Billy's collar but don't tell Rocky).  May is enjoying her soaked bones in the morning and all are enjoying their nightly throw the toy game.  Billy is now the Airedale-in-trimming candidate and is shaping up nicely.  Marilla enjoys barking at Marguerite who in turn gives as good as she gets.  Marguerite is thriving, hasn't missed a meal and delights in her family of puppies. 

Dinner was chicken with two kinds of roast potatoes, baked tomatoes with balsamic and parm and fruit salad.  Our Ken approved.  And a new week starts.

A good Saturday in June

It was a great Saturday.  Felicia arrived early and the van set out for Lunenburg - the picturesque town on the South Shore that is deemed a UNESCO site.  There was a dog show and the Regional Junior Handling finals.  The show went without a hitch - at least to the naked eye - and the auction put on by the club offered up a new leather collar for Billy, a camera case for Our Ken, a cooler mat for shows during the summer and an impressive garden bench to add to the Regalridge collection of outdoor furniture.  There was Gloria's fudge, Nellie's canteen and lots of smiles.  We introduced Karen to Nellie's scallops and have another convert.  Lunch doesn't get better than Nellie's scallops in  Tony and Karen's second home.  Avalon (the Airedale of drinking from the fridge water dispenser fame) has now sorted out her alcohol preferences.  Tony had placed a box of beer behind the seat of the truck.  Anjin and Avalon ride there.  They smiled at Avalon riding on the floor for a change, paws and front legs wrapped around the box.  On arriving at the destination, the dogs were decamped and then the beer.  And as tony picked up the beer box, he had a little beer shower - on investigation, Avalon had managed to puncture a can and licked her way home.  The corner of the box was slightly redecorated and she apparently needed only one can to assuage her thirst.  News from the South was good as well.  Perhaps the most important news and the news of greatest surprise was that a vehicle with Dawn and Chantelle in it actually found its way to Boston.  Secondarily, they found the show site, Dawn won Winners dog at the New England Airedale supported entry, Chantelle won Winners bitch with Viola and garnered some very positive comments from Peter Green.  An Atlas son in the US went Best In Sweepstakes so all was well.  And Susan and Shirley were in attendance to take bows and laud their contribution to all.  There was a celebration in Boston and will have to be one here on the return of the travellers. 

The kennel is ticking along.  Buzz the Airedale arrived with Maureen.  He is a rescue fellow from Quebec and needed a bit of work.  Felicia trimmed the big fellow and we will do a little work to put him into Airedale condition and settle his thought process into an Airedale mind set.  As Maureen notes, he needs exercise, socialization and a better understanding of the world around him.  Then he will be ready for a new home through AireCanada.  Moses and Naomi have had a word with him and Moses explained the lay of the land.  Buzz is considering the sage advice.  We introduced him to Sarah as a start of his true socialization.  She stepped up to the plate and was undeterred by Buzz's opinions.  He will learn.  The girls have a way of ensuring that happens.  Brunswick has been and gone.  Scout has progressed from Rooster to something akin to a snake - hissing and gurgling with the occasional set of ratchet-like barks.  WE fear for Chantelle on her return.  Clem has settled in.  We now speak Clem and are at her beck and call with an assortment of water, bones, cheese and walks.  She has been taking regular constitutionals up and down the yard several times a day, enjoying the exercise in an area that she well remembers.  She can find her way back up the walk and up the steps and knows the time to go to the gate to wait for Chantelle - the most loyal of dogs.  Still, she understands Chantelle's proclivity to get lost and is not alarmed at her disappearance, knowing that she will return as soon as she figures out where she took the wrong turn.  Jessie is doing great, enjoying the puppy run and her crate. 

The house crew are well.  Patti was delighted to have an extended period with Felicia.  Piper managed the yards and Marilla waited patiently to torture Marguerite who has a 'take no prisoners' attitude and gives back as good as she gets.  The puppies are thriving and growing steadily.  The Norwich had an extended visit with the outdoors through the evening as Ken rested his eyes during the hockey game.  Feeling culpable, he brought them in and stayed up to give them their usual lap time.  Abigail showed her appreciation by having a little on - purpose on Ken's leg.  His comment when he came to bed " Abigail was mad at me.  She was in my lap and I felt this warm sensation down my leg, through my sock and into my slipper. . . it's not funny, Lee.  Stop laughing". 

Dinner was a great meal at the Grand Banker in Lunenburg with Tony and Karen.  Then it was home to Regalridge. 

Early mornings - Scout may be hitch hiking to Kennetcook by tomorrow

Well, we know it has been a while and the only excuse is being a bit busy.  All is well.  The weather is another story.  There was one day of sun on mainland Nova Scotia from May 4 - June 2 according to CBC.  And the cold continues.  The high today will be 13.  Still, there are no tornadoes as were experienced by our great friends in Monson.  All is well with Susan and Shirley but their beautiful little New England town has been devastated.  Susan was (by her own admission|) in a bathroom with three men that she didn't know) when the tornado went through the town.  And the ever hard working Shirley was holding the fort at the kennel.  It took Susan hours in what should have been a 20 minute trip and several adventures to manage to get  home from the hospital where she had been visiting with her doctor.  Amazingly, their property on the Connecticut river (the path of the tornadoes) is unscathed.  Shirley's main objection to the storm is that her stove didn't work for two days with the power outage.  Priorities after all.  Our Ken is planting in spite of the weather.  Flowers are doing well - an amazing feat given the lack of sun and heat.  The lilacs are in full bloom as is the honeysuckle.  The annuals are thriving.  And beds are being shored up and expanded, with edging added in many areas.  Today, the tomatoes went in and a few seeds put in the vegetable garden - now that will be a miracle indeed if anything materializes.  Lee moves from conference call to email to food prep in a blur of activity.  Added to her chores has become an end of evening 'throw the toys' game.  Clint, Lori, Charlotte, Lily and Marilla have joined forces to insist on this evening entertainment.  Charlotte carries her purple toy, Lori carries the ring, Clint has the blue ball and Marilla the red rubber bone.  Lily takes whatever is left and Lee begins to throw.  Clint is the only one who will actually go and get the item thrown and return it.  The rest simply run with their toy of choice to the thrown object, circle and return for the next throw.  Lily generally manages three laps to everyone else's one.  Charlotte ends the game by laying down. 

The kennel is moderately busy.  Naomi and Moses are here as Sue has gone to help Joan and Bill return from the sunny and hot South.  We hope they may bring some of the sun with them.  Little Bella was here to take charge for the week and departed with a wave of her firm little paw.  Nemo has taken the ear plugs out.  Brunswick arrived for the week end and is sizing Moses up.  The Lab who generally worships at her feet isn't in residence this week - we doubt Moses will take on that particular role.  Then there is Chantelle's gang.  Chantelle and Dawn are in New England so Clem, Scout and JR are at camp.  Clem is fluffing up the tile floor with determination.  She is navigating the yard well, spent some time at the gate waiting for Chantelle but in general is well settled and hasn't missed a meal.  She has both Ken and Lee working hard to keep her happy and approves of their enthusiasm if not their complete ability to speak ';Clem'.  Scout has taken on the job of Regalridge rooster.    Jessie is fine. 

The house crowd (augmented by Chantelle's crew) are all well.  Marguerite and her family of Airedale babies are thriving.  They are growing, active in their baby way and Marguerite is tickled with them.  She has a routine, has divisions for feeding and is a great mom.  The happy gang of three girls from the bedroom greet her every morning with heels kicking up over their ears as they head for thee door to go outside.  Marguerite's return greeting might be a bit brisk.  Billy is enjoying his freedom in the den in the evenings and is offering up his best tricks for everyone's viewing pleasure.  From sitting on the hearth in a perfect pose to survey his harem, he moves to the couch for a period of calisthenics.  Following that, there is a period of laying of his head on any person available and gazing soulfully in his best Billy-ism, followed by grabbing a shoe or blanket or phone and grinning over his shoulder.  Clem claims a bed and orders up her pleasure - to Patti's absolute disgust.  Clem barks for service and Patti barks at Clem's insolence.  Billy barks to encourage us to join in a game and Scout - well, he just barks.  Paula plants herself on Lee's lap and refuses to move, regardless of the activity level or commotion going on around her.  Piper puts her paws over her ears and rolls her eyes.  The Norwich clap - increasing their approbation in direct proportion to the level of din.  Yes, life at Regalridge goes on. 

Dinner was a favourite.  Pan fried haddock, fiddleheads, baked potatoes and black forest cake with excellent wine.  Life is good