The wonderful weather continues and outdoor chores remain a pleasure. Bulbs are being put into peat moss, gardens tidied and painting continues. Jonathan is hard at work putting the finishing touches on the miles of picket fence in and around the Regalridge compound. Our Ken has to be lassoed and hauled in for any reason that requires his presence. Heralding his interest in a meal, he is then gone once again, not to reappear for hours, again noting that he is hungry and seeming surprised at the fact. Dawn was here for a visit with Logan and an assignation with Sarah. Sarah was herself but that didn't deter Mr Logan who had started to woo hoo in his crate as they passed the Superstore. By the time the Regalridge gates were reached, there was all out cacophony in the Tuftmobile. Christmas wrapping was begun since there will be many and various absences over the next couple of months. Woodstock is complete and Lee has her eye on Alberta. Much shopping has occurred over the year so adding paper, tags and bows remains. The builder was here (of course) to replace a window pane that didn't survive the initial install and to install a recalcitrant door. The turkey will soon be ordered.
The kennel is ticking along. Bailey departed with a wag and promise to return soon. Charlie Airedale is in residence and enjoying the company of Lola and Sarah. He does love a harem. Reinforcements are planned for the week end.
The house crew is happy. Everyone is home, the routine is fixed and the weather clement. Piper is happily looking out the window at the warm and sunny days - she prefers that to looking out the window at rain but, of course, spends virtually no time outside regardless of what she sees. May and Abigail are enjoying their beds and spreading their joy of life around by taking the bed immediately before an Airedale touches down in the same spot. As always, the tolerant Airedale moves on. The only thing that would improve their circumstances would be for their beloved older sister to be in residence so they could assist her in carrying her parade upstairs. Jessie is doing just fine with her precious puppy. He rolls and occasionally shares his thoughts. Jessie has him on a sheepskin mat and pulls it around the whelping box - an improvement over picking him up in her mouth to move him where she feels he should be at any given time. Mid-evening Lee happened upon the CBC documentary 1 Day. What a fabulous piece of journalism. Holding the Regalridge imagination and attention for the remainder of the evening, it is a highly recommended piece. In the course of the program, there was a short rendition from Newfoundland perhaps of Oh Canada on oboe and clarinet. Very well played, it was particularly enjoyed by the baby Airedales. The sounds that came out of them as they emulated the oboe were beyond anything heard from an Airedale in the Regalridge decades of breeding. The older dogs didn't bat an eye. The people in residence were highly amused and entertained.
Dinner was grilled beef tenderloin, potatoes, asparagus, mushrooms and sweet onion. There were poached blueberries over ice cream and meringue with a caramel sauce. A caramel apple liquor helped wash everything down nicely. And we move on . . .
The kennel is ticking along. Bailey departed with a wag and promise to return soon. Charlie Airedale is in residence and enjoying the company of Lola and Sarah. He does love a harem. Reinforcements are planned for the week end.
The house crew is happy. Everyone is home, the routine is fixed and the weather clement. Piper is happily looking out the window at the warm and sunny days - she prefers that to looking out the window at rain but, of course, spends virtually no time outside regardless of what she sees. May and Abigail are enjoying their beds and spreading their joy of life around by taking the bed immediately before an Airedale touches down in the same spot. As always, the tolerant Airedale moves on. The only thing that would improve their circumstances would be for their beloved older sister to be in residence so they could assist her in carrying her parade upstairs. Jessie is doing just fine with her precious puppy. He rolls and occasionally shares his thoughts. Jessie has him on a sheepskin mat and pulls it around the whelping box - an improvement over picking him up in her mouth to move him where she feels he should be at any given time. Mid-evening Lee happened upon the CBC documentary 1 Day. What a fabulous piece of journalism. Holding the Regalridge imagination and attention for the remainder of the evening, it is a highly recommended piece. In the course of the program, there was a short rendition from Newfoundland perhaps of Oh Canada on oboe and clarinet. Very well played, it was particularly enjoyed by the baby Airedales. The sounds that came out of them as they emulated the oboe were beyond anything heard from an Airedale in the Regalridge decades of breeding. The older dogs didn't bat an eye. The people in residence were highly amused and entertained.
Dinner was grilled beef tenderloin, potatoes, asparagus, mushrooms and sweet onion. There were poached blueberries over ice cream and meringue with a caramel sauce. A caramel apple liquor helped wash everything down nicely. And we move on . . .
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