It was a busy day, even by Regalridge standards. With a less than early morning start, Our Ken opened the gates to - you guesses it - the roofers. It was 8:00 and they must have been dreaming of Christmas turkey. Up went the ladders, in came the extension cords and the game was on. On this day, it was the replacement of bedroom windows - who knew there was a building on the west side of the house that could be viewed from upstairs. It took na full day, of course, even though these are inserts. The builder who did windows when teh property was purchased appeared to consider airspace around windows a bonus and the water that entered that airspace even more beneficial. Lots of replacement wood and shingle has now upgraded the situation. More fun will be had tomorrow. With the advent of the roofers, there was Our Ken's list to be completed so it was parsed and Lee was sent to the city to hunt and gather. The van came home heavier with dog food jockeying for space with fruit and veg from Costco. And with 8 Currens coming for dinner, that was only a start. Our Ken dug in the garden, bringin up potatoes and proudly carrying in the evening's squash. Stay with me here - there were roofers, there was gardening, there was a trip to the city, the dogs are in resdience and Lee had 10 people to be fed. Some consideration was given A & W and if there had been any menu item that didn't look like fast food . . .
The kennel is doing well. Dewey and Savannah are thoroughly enjoying their vacation, taking full advantage of the big yard and their place of importance. The usual inhabitants are well and enjoying the great weather.
The house dogs are delighted with the weather and less delighted by their roofing pals arrival. That means gates are open and dogs are confined to barracks. Marilla has thoughts on that. Billy yodelled his way to the point that he was exiled to Jack's run - he has eyeballed the roof and is darned sure there is nothing left to be added. Rocky moved happily to the west yard and the older puppies watched in amazement as the men levitated up the side of the house. They have ordered wings for Christmas. The baby puppies are well and happy. Their growth at this age is amazing and their joy with all that they behold is delightful. There is nothing much more fun than a litter of puppies.
Dinner was large. There was grilled beef tenderloin and grilled Coho salmon with lime butter. There were new potatoes, squash from the garden, fresh green beans and a tomato casserole. There was grilled pineapple and grilled Naan. And there were two crisps- peach adn apple from our trees. There were cappucinos and coffees and lots of laughter. And there were stories of dogs - living and long gone. The best are often of the first Curren Airedale - Jerry - born in the 1920's and proud possessor of the family famr (Magazine Hill) and all who set foot on it. Jerry, according to Reg who remembers him best, was the greatest dog ever to walk on earth - loyal, fierce in dealing with trouble and with good herding instinct. He didn't climb the apple tree like Skipper the Spaniel who preferred that perch to better hear the planes coming. And he was less benign than the Newfoundland who pulled the cart with Ken behind but he was totally devoteed to his family, his property and his jobs. When these detailed stories can be recounted 80 + years later, that certainly is testament to the impact of the Airedale on our lives.
The kennel is doing well. Dewey and Savannah are thoroughly enjoying their vacation, taking full advantage of the big yard and their place of importance. The usual inhabitants are well and enjoying the great weather.
The house dogs are delighted with the weather and less delighted by their roofing pals arrival. That means gates are open and dogs are confined to barracks. Marilla has thoughts on that. Billy yodelled his way to the point that he was exiled to Jack's run - he has eyeballed the roof and is darned sure there is nothing left to be added. Rocky moved happily to the west yard and the older puppies watched in amazement as the men levitated up the side of the house. They have ordered wings for Christmas. The baby puppies are well and happy. Their growth at this age is amazing and their joy with all that they behold is delightful. There is nothing much more fun than a litter of puppies.
Dinner was large. There was grilled beef tenderloin and grilled Coho salmon with lime butter. There were new potatoes, squash from the garden, fresh green beans and a tomato casserole. There was grilled pineapple and grilled Naan. And there were two crisps- peach adn apple from our trees. There were cappucinos and coffees and lots of laughter. And there were stories of dogs - living and long gone. The best are often of the first Curren Airedale - Jerry - born in the 1920's and proud possessor of the family famr (Magazine Hill) and all who set foot on it. Jerry, according to Reg who remembers him best, was the greatest dog ever to walk on earth - loyal, fierce in dealing with trouble and with good herding instinct. He didn't climb the apple tree like Skipper the Spaniel who preferred that perch to better hear the planes coming. And he was less benign than the Newfoundland who pulled the cart with Ken behind but he was totally devoteed to his family, his property and his jobs. When these detailed stories can be recounted 80 + years later, that certainly is testament to the impact of the Airedale on our lives.
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