The return of the Regalridgemobile happened just at dinnertime after two days of warm and sunny weather. The unloading was easy given that it was a quick two day trip to Woodstock. Lee's brother was glad of the break in routine and the descent of the Regalridge activity level. That seems to occur wherever Regalridge touches down - go figure. There were copious amounts of packing and unpacking, work on the estate (coming to an end perhaps) the requisite trip to Houlton for milk and King Arthur flour, Girardelli chocolate and Christmas soft peppermints for Our Ken. Sorting and a little Christmas decorating happened (a few surprises for Greg). And it was home again home again within 36 hours. Our Ken managed the driving with aplomb, even the detour to Costco for collection of Vito's lasagnes for Woodstock dining pleasure. As unpacking occurred, it was evident that at some point there was also a side trip made to the Woodstock bakery for Our Ken's favourites. Chantelle was waiting on the doorstep as the van returned, Christmas music playing and the weary travellers ready to regain the routine. There was a dinner and Christmas movie to follow.
The kennel is quiet and manageable. Chantelle's dogs are in residence to keep Ruari and Finn company. Ruff is holding the fort nicely and keeping an eye on the little dogs. It will be reasonably quiet until the descent of the Christmas canines.
The house dogs are well. Little May suffered through Chantelle's cooking and Marilla shared her thoughts with Lee about the mean beloved older sister. This is generally the coming home ritual. One of the other of the Airedales feels hard done by for some reason. This trip it was Marilla who walked over to Lee as soon as she landed in the leather recliner. Then it was Airedale head on Lee's shoulder and big sigh, long suffering gaze into Lee's eyes and then a fast head turn to Chantelle who had landed on the couch next to the chair. More expressive sighs and gazing and the head turn to Chantelle. The story was told - Chantelle is a meanie. The back story is that Marilla was playing 'monster on the couch', a favourite game of hers. As the Norwich came past, she growled and leapt up to make them run - Marilla likes to see Norwich run. Chantelle mentioned to Marilla that enough was enough - and the 'I'm telling Lee' story was written. Poor Marilla. Piper came over with chapter two but only out of Piper-ownership of Lee, not because a real story was necessary. And there was the June-update
"l was out at your place today. Sarah and the dogs were doing well. The pups were fantastic. Izzy was up first and was determined to win first prize. Then Breezy took the stage. There was a bit of hesitation in the beginning but she soon started to strut her stuff. I was getting tired after the the 2 girls but the boy dog was not going to be left in their dust. Gabe and I had a few words at the start and when he realized it was in his best interest to trot like a champion, the girls watched in horror as he took top honors today.
See you when you return " Progress continues.
Dinner was Atlantic and good. There were pan friend fresh scallops and risotto with peas. All is well.
The kennel is quiet and manageable. Chantelle's dogs are in residence to keep Ruari and Finn company. Ruff is holding the fort nicely and keeping an eye on the little dogs. It will be reasonably quiet until the descent of the Christmas canines.
The house dogs are well. Little May suffered through Chantelle's cooking and Marilla shared her thoughts with Lee about the mean beloved older sister. This is generally the coming home ritual. One of the other of the Airedales feels hard done by for some reason. This trip it was Marilla who walked over to Lee as soon as she landed in the leather recliner. Then it was Airedale head on Lee's shoulder and big sigh, long suffering gaze into Lee's eyes and then a fast head turn to Chantelle who had landed on the couch next to the chair. More expressive sighs and gazing and the head turn to Chantelle. The story was told - Chantelle is a meanie. The back story is that Marilla was playing 'monster on the couch', a favourite game of hers. As the Norwich came past, she growled and leapt up to make them run - Marilla likes to see Norwich run. Chantelle mentioned to Marilla that enough was enough - and the 'I'm telling Lee' story was written. Poor Marilla. Piper came over with chapter two but only out of Piper-ownership of Lee, not because a real story was necessary. And there was the June-update
"l was out at your place today. Sarah and the dogs were doing well. The pups were fantastic. Izzy was up first and was determined to win first prize. Then Breezy took the stage. There was a bit of hesitation in the beginning but she soon started to strut her stuff. I was getting tired after the the 2 girls but the boy dog was not going to be left in their dust. Gabe and I had a few words at the start and when he realized it was in his best interest to trot like a champion, the girls watched in horror as he took top honors today.
See you when you return " Progress continues.
Dinner was Atlantic and good. There were pan friend fresh scallops and risotto with peas. All is well.
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