All is well at Regalridge. With Tom in residence and Chantelle with her hands full in the kennel, Tom was convinced that viewing Airedales in the rings in NB was to be a good day's entertainment. Given that he had just climbed out of his vehicle after a 12 + hour drive, he was a good sport and cheerfully drove the several hours back to Moncton. It was a pleasure to watch the Airedales in Moncton. All acquitted themselves well, all looked great and all owners looked darned proud of Logan, Bella and Avalon. Logan went on to a group placing, adding to his point standing as Canada's number one Airedale and one of the country's top Terriers. Not to be outdone, word was received that professional handler Darrell Cole piloted Ch Regalridge Henry the Navigator to a Group first in his native province. Of course, the distraction of handling a strong that included a Pekingese with the attendant grooming would have distracted even this most seasoned of handlers so it is understandable that greater wins were not to be for the Prince. Email was received from the far West with a great image of Mr Simon guarding the West Coast beaches with Airedale style and grace. And from the East Coast, an acrylic painting of Piper in PEI hanging in the Confederation Gallery as part of a new exhibit. Post-show the Regalridge crew moved on to Jean's for an early dinner with Tom and then it was on to Belnan. The remainder of the evening was spent going over puppies on the table, setting ears and enjoying the dogs. Chantelle (bless her) had left a happy family of fed and exercised dogs so all was quickly put to bed.
The kennel is reasonably busy. Miss Ginger was packed and ready to leave with Tom at his earliest convenience although she was somewaht concerned that it could mean missing a meal and while she does care deeply for him, there are practical considerations to be taken into account. Sir Tip has his side of the kennel firmly in his grasp, is sitting atop his palace and enjoying the view. His little foot is tapping, though, with an eye on the calendar and an expectation that his family will surface before Ginger departs since an Airedale should never be able to one up a JRT. Charlie Airedale shakes his head as he surveys all of the angst around him. His sole preoccupation is having a good time and there is nothing better than to have a few other Airedales in a yard to chase and with whom he can play Airedale games. Sarah likes Charlie and will be sad to see him leave. Little Bella is working herself up to rule her domain. Ginger thought she might be an interesting acquaintance and roared down for a little visit outside Bella's outside run. Bella said hello - with a leap and snap - as Ginger's beard and wagging tail got a little too close. Apparently there are perimeter rules in the little one's rulebook. The Schenk crowd is settled nicely. A bit quieter than usual, all seem to be somewhat more reflective than is usual.
The house dogs are well and happy. Piper was not thrilled to realize that Lee was leaving for the day but was delighted to see her return. Many of the rest missed the fact that anyone was gone - they had Chantelle to torture after all. Dover is settled nicely with the other two Norwich and sorting out her environs quite nicely. Considering her advanced age, she is doing remarkably well. After the rains of the previous day, the bright sun made up for the cold winds of November so there were few complaints from the house dogs as they found sheltered areas in which to play the Airedale games.
Dinner in Moncton was varied and good with the seafood chowder proclaimed the top pick by both tom and Our Ken. Jimmy kept Ken company with dessert and all was well in Our Ken's world.
The kennel is reasonably busy. Miss Ginger was packed and ready to leave with Tom at his earliest convenience although she was somewaht concerned that it could mean missing a meal and while she does care deeply for him, there are practical considerations to be taken into account. Sir Tip has his side of the kennel firmly in his grasp, is sitting atop his palace and enjoying the view. His little foot is tapping, though, with an eye on the calendar and an expectation that his family will surface before Ginger departs since an Airedale should never be able to one up a JRT. Charlie Airedale shakes his head as he surveys all of the angst around him. His sole preoccupation is having a good time and there is nothing better than to have a few other Airedales in a yard to chase and with whom he can play Airedale games. Sarah likes Charlie and will be sad to see him leave. Little Bella is working herself up to rule her domain. Ginger thought she might be an interesting acquaintance and roared down for a little visit outside Bella's outside run. Bella said hello - with a leap and snap - as Ginger's beard and wagging tail got a little too close. Apparently there are perimeter rules in the little one's rulebook. The Schenk crowd is settled nicely. A bit quieter than usual, all seem to be somewhat more reflective than is usual.
The house dogs are well and happy. Piper was not thrilled to realize that Lee was leaving for the day but was delighted to see her return. Many of the rest missed the fact that anyone was gone - they had Chantelle to torture after all. Dover is settled nicely with the other two Norwich and sorting out her environs quite nicely. Considering her advanced age, she is doing remarkably well. After the rains of the previous day, the bright sun made up for the cold winds of November so there were few complaints from the house dogs as they found sheltered areas in which to play the Airedale games.
Dinner in Moncton was varied and good with the seafood chowder proclaimed the top pick by both tom and Our Ken. Jimmy kept Ken company with dessert and all was well in Our Ken's world.
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