Perfect weather

All is well in Belnan.  The weather is summer-perfect with warm, sunny days, rain at dinnertime and the odd thunder rumble that allows the thunder shirts to do their jobs.  The fruit stand is offering up the best of Hants County and Our Ken has a daily opportunity to go hunting and gathering.  Now, that is not always offering exactly the result that is anticipated but can be interesting.  On this day, he and Betsy the PT Cruiser set off for bottles (remember his flat of strawberries) and ice cream sandwiches (it was just that kind of day).  Now, Our Ken doesnt' love ice cream sandwiches so home again, home again he came - with butter (?) and his favourite ice cream bars courtesy of Hagen Daz.  And off he went again, with a flea in his ear.  There are now jam jars and ice cream sandwiches, although the latter are of a lesser quality than the aforementioned ice cream bars. . .   And then there was the pronouncement.  'I like Sobeys better than Superstore- there is always somebody to help you find what you are looking for'.  Lee will warn Sobey's that a personal shopper at the door might be a wise investment if they don't want their other shoppers (who Ken has determined might be employees) pressed into service.   Paper was the order of the day as puppies are readied for their departures.  Lee did look up from the desk at one point but only to consider the butter offering.  That was an odd one. 

The kennel is buzzing - well, Mason sort of shrieks - but the rest buzz.  Sarah and Raggs are bonded and delighted - each with the other.  Daisy and Jessie Rachel are resigned to their fate.  Dahlia is here for a first visit and is doing very well.  Generally the dogs that have started life in shelters are good boarders, having learned the ways of kennel life.  They are pleasantly surprised that country boarding offers them large exercise yards with running room so the step up is welcomed.  Dahlia is no exception.  Brunswick departed with a wave of his tail and a lope to the gate.  Pippa is holding the fort for the Welsh on the boarders' side of the kennel, joining Mason in Welsh greetings to all who pass by.  Clem is spending some time in the center room of the kennel, finding that a more comfortable venue than the den and an easier in and out.  Ken gives her opportunities to make his life more interesting.  On this day, the grooming room door was left open.  And so were the phone lines.  You see, Clem doesn't see well in her ancientness but that doesn't slow her down much.  She apparently wandered over to the phone in the kennel and opened the speaker phone line.  Lee appreciated her ability to keep the house quiet during dinner.  Then it was the search and test game, upstairs and downstairs, the kennel and the house, over and over, until finally the grooming room was considered.  Another good game for the humans.  Two points for Clem

The house crew continue their demanding ways during this lovely summer.  One decides it is too hot outside so all gather at the gate to come into the air conditioning.  Then another decides that it might have cooled off so all gather at the door to return to the yard.  Nope, it's still too hot so back the crowd comes.  There is some serious consideration being given a word with the airport to source their revolving door.   The puppies are growing by leaps and bounds.  The day stayed pleasantly warm until noon so it was a full half day on the deck, offering up lots of puppy games and lunch on the patio.  Now, outside dining was a new occasion.  The majority were not amused and recalcitrant.  The meal moved inside where it was cleaned up with gusto.  This crew have their own minds.  Marilla and Dolly sported their thunder shirts through the evening.  And the rest of the household breathed a sigh of relief. 

Dinner was roast beef with new potatoes, a tomato salad and the first of the new peas.  Ken had an ice cream bar.   Life goes on.