A hot day, such an unusual thought and one that materialized as the day really got under way. There was lots of coming and going with puppy visits and boarding. There was organizing and preparation for a busy week end. Lee went into that mode of toss and hope for the best. The raccoon-in-waiting looked appropriately worried, carting bags to his lair for further inspection. Our Tony outdid himself and forwarded a CD with images from the Evangeline show. That man can shoot a camera. Look out Hollywood. Our Ken wore himself out, even putting up a new contraption (as aesthetically pleasing as the usual engineering marvels) to hold the hummingbird feeder. There is a reason God created architects. And then there are the swallows. Both pair have babies and both are busy catching bugs. Walking on the property is to take your life in your hands as the little birds swoop around your head and chatter if you are in the way. Their giving a heads up before they fly into you is thoughtful if somewhat startling. Our Ken has not pondered easing their workload by trying to catch bugs for them but that, too, is likely to be tabled at some stage.
The kennel is bouncing along. All are happy and busy - so busy in fact that Trebia came to tell Lee about it, stepping lightly through the strawberries on her way to the back deck. Good thing we are fond of the little character. Hounds are a new experience to Regalridge, except for the one Beagle that Lee grew up with. He in no way resembled this light and whippy Cirneco. Apparently the scent hounds move to a different drummer from these sight hounds. And it may be that the Cirneco is highly differentiated because of their shallow gene pool, but this is a very loving dog who wants to be with her people (preferably in their arms) when not racing her boyfriend - the Gordon Setter. A new set of arms is on order.
The house crew were busy watching the high activity level, not amused that dog beds were heading to the washing machine just when they had them smelling perfect. There is always a wide berth given clean smelling beds, all opting for the well scented circles to cushion their tired bones. Clean is for the last arrival. The puppies had their spin on the deck - lots of races were held with each winning, as it was explained to the people. Marguerite goes out with them, shoots the start pistol then retires to the den to watch out the window. The puppies are growing; the uptake at the food dish is increasing, if not showing 100% buy in yet. They enjoyed the visits - particularly the children. As one little girl noted with a very serious expressoin in the quiet of the kitchen "Lee, I have something to tell you - I really like your Airedale puppies and I love Princess Piper!" That child has a future.
Dinner was furnished by Our Ken's fishermen from the irving station parking lot. There was fresh halibut with new NS potatoes, beet greens and chow. All is well.
The kennel is bouncing along. All are happy and busy - so busy in fact that Trebia came to tell Lee about it, stepping lightly through the strawberries on her way to the back deck. Good thing we are fond of the little character. Hounds are a new experience to Regalridge, except for the one Beagle that Lee grew up with. He in no way resembled this light and whippy Cirneco. Apparently the scent hounds move to a different drummer from these sight hounds. And it may be that the Cirneco is highly differentiated because of their shallow gene pool, but this is a very loving dog who wants to be with her people (preferably in their arms) when not racing her boyfriend - the Gordon Setter. A new set of arms is on order.
The house crew were busy watching the high activity level, not amused that dog beds were heading to the washing machine just when they had them smelling perfect. There is always a wide berth given clean smelling beds, all opting for the well scented circles to cushion their tired bones. Clean is for the last arrival. The puppies had their spin on the deck - lots of races were held with each winning, as it was explained to the people. Marguerite goes out with them, shoots the start pistol then retires to the den to watch out the window. The puppies are growing; the uptake at the food dish is increasing, if not showing 100% buy in yet. They enjoyed the visits - particularly the children. As one little girl noted with a very serious expressoin in the quiet of the kitchen "Lee, I have something to tell you - I really like your Airedale puppies and I love Princess Piper!" That child has a future.
Dinner was furnished by Our Ken's fishermen from the irving station parking lot. There was fresh halibut with new NS potatoes, beet greens and chow. All is well.
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