The season unfolds - whether we are ready or not, it appears. And the turkey size is totally dependent on the day of collection - words to live by. Christmas day was a busy one with a full kennel adding its own joy to the season; Gifts were opened and duly admired, food was plentiful and frequent and all is well. Einstein loves Christmas - there are boxes to try out for a fit and wrapping paper to rustle. There are ribbons to chase and trim yourself with and best of all, gift bags to put on your head and bash about until you decide enough fun has been had. Cats do amuse themselves, even at advanced ages. June joined us for Christmas dinner - a bonus and a pleasure, although she only marginally acquitted herself in the turkey consumption area. This bird is the size of a pony and is not showing much wear even after two days of attention. Our Ken will be collecting next year's fowl much, much earlier.
The kennel is chock a block full. there are Goldens and Labs, Airedales, the Wheaten, the Spaniel, Welsh, the German Shepherd, Norwich and indeterminate mixes all enjoying their vacation. Ursey, of course, is the highest maintenance, with her good nature making up for her anxiety. Shepherds miss their owners to a power disproportionate to other dogs. Ursey is no exception so requires significant time and attention to maintain her equanimity. The plus is that she is a lovely dog. Maxifer is our medical miracle - the Golden who has a platinum card at AVC and a list of instructions that only Our Ken with his post-graduate degrees can manage. Max is oblivious to his ailments and replacement parts, loves the kennel and the big run. Millie and her Labrador pal have bonded and wait for each other to go to the yards. Ole Naomi, our geriatric addition second only to Old Bailey, is thriving. Naomi wanders with Moses urging her on to greater feats. she demurs. Bailey enjoys Trebia - perhaps thinking that in her younger days she too had that speed and grace. Duke is manging well on his first stay. The Welsh are the Welsh with stentorian capabilities that would impress Paul Revere. The Norwich are managing nicely. Crockett is in charge of everything. Zeus doesn't care. Ceilidh is a great Spaniel, taking life in the kennel in stride. Kenzie and Piper have bonded and look after Miss Bay-lee who is learning Airedale manners from her elders.
The house crew love Christmas. Lee doesn't leave the kitchen and food is plentiful. Marilla has found the perfect spot, diagonally across the space between the corner of the cook top and the kitchen table, in front of the prep area. It is impossible to move through the kitchen without stepping over Marilla and she is chuffed. Piper hasn't missed a meal or a moment to add her sous-chef opinion. At lunch, there was a circling of the wagons, for some reason, with Piper marching in slow step counter clockwise around the kitchen table with May marching clockwise. Each time they met, Piper saluted May - at least, it was taken as a salute, otherwise discipline would have had to be meted out. It was an odd performance offered for the entertainment of the dining public. Patti is improving from her downturn before Christmas. All are impressed by the snow, with special games developed for optimal enjoyment. All in all, the season has been deemed a success by the dogs.
Food is plenteous.
The kennel is chock a block full. there are Goldens and Labs, Airedales, the Wheaten, the Spaniel, Welsh, the German Shepherd, Norwich and indeterminate mixes all enjoying their vacation. Ursey, of course, is the highest maintenance, with her good nature making up for her anxiety. Shepherds miss their owners to a power disproportionate to other dogs. Ursey is no exception so requires significant time and attention to maintain her equanimity. The plus is that she is a lovely dog. Maxifer is our medical miracle - the Golden who has a platinum card at AVC and a list of instructions that only Our Ken with his post-graduate degrees can manage. Max is oblivious to his ailments and replacement parts, loves the kennel and the big run. Millie and her Labrador pal have bonded and wait for each other to go to the yards. Ole Naomi, our geriatric addition second only to Old Bailey, is thriving. Naomi wanders with Moses urging her on to greater feats. she demurs. Bailey enjoys Trebia - perhaps thinking that in her younger days she too had that speed and grace. Duke is manging well on his first stay. The Welsh are the Welsh with stentorian capabilities that would impress Paul Revere. The Norwich are managing nicely. Crockett is in charge of everything. Zeus doesn't care. Ceilidh is a great Spaniel, taking life in the kennel in stride. Kenzie and Piper have bonded and look after Miss Bay-lee who is learning Airedale manners from her elders.
The house crew love Christmas. Lee doesn't leave the kitchen and food is plentiful. Marilla has found the perfect spot, diagonally across the space between the corner of the cook top and the kitchen table, in front of the prep area. It is impossible to move through the kitchen without stepping over Marilla and she is chuffed. Piper hasn't missed a meal or a moment to add her sous-chef opinion. At lunch, there was a circling of the wagons, for some reason, with Piper marching in slow step counter clockwise around the kitchen table with May marching clockwise. Each time they met, Piper saluted May - at least, it was taken as a salute, otherwise discipline would have had to be meted out. It was an odd performance offered for the entertainment of the dining public. Patti is improving from her downturn before Christmas. All are impressed by the snow, with special games developed for optimal enjoyment. All in all, the season has been deemed a success by the dogs.
Food is plenteous.
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