It was an interesting day. There was rain forecast so the roofers were not here. Our Ken had an appointment with - wait for it - a Gumologist. Yes, folks, specialties have been divided to the point that there is a Gumologist available to your local corner Dentist, with new and improved instruments of torture. The tooth was saved, yet again, but at a cost to Our Ken's good humour. Returning to Regalridge the mantra was "I can't eat anything hot" and this is to go on for two days. Now think about this, Our Ken requires 3 meals a day. Included in those meals are basic ingredients or the meal is not deemed a meal. So, it started. Sweetly asked - 'What would you like for lunch'? Response "I can't eat anything hot". Sweetly responded "Well, what might you like"? Response "I can't eat anything hot". Progress was not swift. So, offerings were given - a grilled cheese "No, that's hot. I can't have anything hot!" A salad? "I don't like salad" A sandwich? "OK but I don't like sandwiches" Sweetly asked - 'what filling in your sandwich' Response "I can't eat anything hot" Out came the peanut butter "Cut off the crusts" followed by "Can you put banana on it" And yes, he survived - forget the dentist. He survived Lee, but it was touch and go at the banana stage. Going upstairs for a rest was a blessing. Molly Pug arrived at dinner time and as her owners departed, the rains started, followed by the first bang. A thunder storm - lovely. Close kennel doors, settle dogs, race to the house and get Marilla on a leash. Surface Our Ken "what are we having for dinner - I can't eat anything hot" Like that was missed earlier, thinks Lee. Food was assembled but set aside as the storm gathered strength. Starting at six, it continued to three in the morning. The Airedales ranged from Charlotte who claimed a bed and slept through, the puppies who deemed it Parteeee, Paula who heralded each peal of thunder, and Marilla who tried to crawl inside Our Ken. Piper sat on Lee's lap. Dolly tried to do the same. Marguerite stood on the back of the couch - not a bad feat, all things considered. Patti occasionally got up and made a circle. It was a long nine hours. In one hiatus, the kennel was sorted and closed. During another, food was consumed - potatoes that had been cooked and cooled, cold chicken and a tomato salad (which did not pass muster as Our Ken offered up "I can't have tomatoes" as the salad was put on the table. It was close.
The kennel is just fine. Unlike the airport ramp crews who are not allowed on the tarmac in a thunder storm (think many planes unable to offload passengers for up to eight hours) Our Ken and Lee were in and out of the kennel building to chat with the visitors. Little Maggie kept everyone in line. Sarah did not enjoy the weather but most of the rest managed nicely. Dylan asked "what storm" and Pippa shrugged. Molly, the Pug, and the new arrival wondered if all evenings were this exciting at the kennel and if so, she was all for it! Scooter played with her ball. Buzz settled.
More weather is forecast for the next two days. Surely not of this magnitude. The house dogs are worn out - Ken noted that by one in the morning even Marilla had given up her frantic worry and settled in to hum a Doris Day tune.
Meals have been chronicled. And tomorrow is another day.
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