Regalridge is back to normal. Lee and Ken are returned home from the sunny south, Chantelle is repatriated to Kennetcook and all is well. |Today's forecast is 12 degrees (mid-fifties for our American audience) and sunny. Indian summer is in full swing. There were many adventures in Virginia. Wicked was finishing a run at the Richmond theatre so Ken, Lee and Linda managed to find orchestra seats for the last performance. It was a fabulous production with that beautiful old building a perfect backdrop for its special effects. In direct contrast to the smooth touring company, an evening was spent at the Gospel Chicken House. From the Chicken House band (replete with brass section and percussion that included a washboard and a metal tub with what appeared to be a broom handle and perhaps confederate flag) to the Carter family it was a more than memorable southern experience. Special mention must be made of the NS connection. Linda is a great friend of the chicken House co-ordinator and driving force. She was aware that there were NS visitors and on that evening the Nova Scotians happened to be the folks from the longest distance so were honoured with a round of applause that Lee may one day recover from. Prior to that, however, one of the brothers in the band loped over to shake our hands and extol the virtues of the fair province. He had returned that day from Halifax and a cruise. There were perhaps 200 people in attendance - what were the chances of that. On the return to the north, at the end of October, the dahlias were still blooming, tomatoes were still alive on the vines and no heavy frost had yet occurred, a highly unusual occurrence for NS in late October. With the advent of November, the frost did arrive and the flowers have now gone for another season but a few that were cut are still bright in the kitchen vases. And on a more startling note, there has been a dreadful storm in New England that has devastated Hartford and area. Our friends have had no power for four days and counting. This would be challenging enough but it is compounded by the fact that this is the same area so heavily ravaged by the summer's tornado. Our thoughts and prayers are with everyone for the best possible outcome.
The kennel is quiet and settled. Ginger is in residence from Hartford, here for an assignation with Logan. With the travel situation, it was determined that a little repacking would facilitate Ginger's voyage so there were lots of trips to the city and progesterone testing supported her breeding last evening. Wonderful news on reproduction. Our Vet has now developed a relationship that allows for testing to be carried out 6 days a week and, if blood is ready before 10 am, same day results. Life has moved forward in a quantum leap. Sarah is watching this process with some interest. Perhaps she will agree to being a bit more amenable in 2012. Old Bailey is here for a few days, settled in and providing direction. Trebia waved farewell to Barrett earlier in the week and is settling herself for a period of Barrett-lessness.
The house crew are sorry that Chantelle is gone- after all, it is always a party with Chantelle in residence. But like children being moved from a diet of candy to balanced meals, they have responded to the return of the adults. Piper and Lori are back in the house. Dolly has been to see Dr Carnegy, has been spayed and is feeling fabulous two days later. She did return ( 8 hours later) from the clinic as a new dog and had to be validated by every dog in the house before acceptance of her august presence could be provided. Margot and Margaret were in charge of little May for the trip duration. May thrived under the city-folk care, learned that she loves veal patties and other delicacies and came home with a little extra weight. Since that time, her appetite has improved and the little Norwich that perhaps was leaving us is returned. She now runs, is eating much better and is much brighter. Whatever time we have left with her is to be time with a good quality of life for another while and everyone is relieved. Margot has worked miracles. Jessie has had her litter of one puppy - a boy. He is a well cared for little fellow and appears to believe that square is a lovely look for a Welsh. Jessie is very proud. There are two Airedale puppies still in residence from Laurel's litter - beautiful puppies, now well trimmed by Our Ken and impressive. Perhaps most impressive of all, they are housebroken.
Dinner was a celebration of Logan's most recent Best In Show in PEI. There was champagne to support Dawn's arrival and a decent meal of grilled chicken, riced potatoes, squash from the garden, asparagus and a dessert of pears poached in a vanilla syrup over vanilla ice cream and meringue with a caramel sauce. There is none left. And we look froward to the day
The kennel is quiet and settled. Ginger is in residence from Hartford, here for an assignation with Logan. With the travel situation, it was determined that a little repacking would facilitate Ginger's voyage so there were lots of trips to the city and progesterone testing supported her breeding last evening. Wonderful news on reproduction. Our Vet has now developed a relationship that allows for testing to be carried out 6 days a week and, if blood is ready before 10 am, same day results. Life has moved forward in a quantum leap. Sarah is watching this process with some interest. Perhaps she will agree to being a bit more amenable in 2012. Old Bailey is here for a few days, settled in and providing direction. Trebia waved farewell to Barrett earlier in the week and is settling herself for a period of Barrett-lessness.
The house crew are sorry that Chantelle is gone- after all, it is always a party with Chantelle in residence. But like children being moved from a diet of candy to balanced meals, they have responded to the return of the adults. Piper and Lori are back in the house. Dolly has been to see Dr Carnegy, has been spayed and is feeling fabulous two days later. She did return ( 8 hours later) from the clinic as a new dog and had to be validated by every dog in the house before acceptance of her august presence could be provided. Margot and Margaret were in charge of little May for the trip duration. May thrived under the city-folk care, learned that she loves veal patties and other delicacies and came home with a little extra weight. Since that time, her appetite has improved and the little Norwich that perhaps was leaving us is returned. She now runs, is eating much better and is much brighter. Whatever time we have left with her is to be time with a good quality of life for another while and everyone is relieved. Margot has worked miracles. Jessie has had her litter of one puppy - a boy. He is a well cared for little fellow and appears to believe that square is a lovely look for a Welsh. Jessie is very proud. There are two Airedale puppies still in residence from Laurel's litter - beautiful puppies, now well trimmed by Our Ken and impressive. Perhaps most impressive of all, they are housebroken.
Dinner was a celebration of Logan's most recent Best In Show in PEI. There was champagne to support Dawn's arrival and a decent meal of grilled chicken, riced potatoes, squash from the garden, asparagus and a dessert of pears poached in a vanilla syrup over vanilla ice cream and meringue with a caramel sauce. There is none left. And we look froward to the day
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