All is well in NS - well, relatively, at least. There is no rain and none on the horizon. Long, sunny summer days with highs in the high 20's and cool nights. Everyone but Our Ken is happy. The summer painting project is in full swing with Alex and Sarah wielding brushes and rollers with abandon. With Alex's eye for aesthetics and Sarah's 'can do' attitude, there is even relief of the white with the odd blue accent. What a difference. Even the dogs are impressed. Patti is supervising closely, white hat firmly in place. Sarah is not to be left alone for more than a moment. Chantelle landed for a painting party and shellacked pickets, mollifying Our Ken but making the entire Rona employee pool shake its collective head. Next come primer. This will be a long lasting, well planned fence. Bob and Our Ken will see to that. Engineering math is coming into play. And Chantelle's move is now scheduled for Tuesday of this week. That will keep everyone entertained. On this day, there were six for lunch and then it was off to Cape Breton for Dawn, Chantelle and the boys. There is a 50/50 chance they will make it in anything close to a pattern anyone else would follow. Keep in mind, this is the duo that found Pictou en route from Elmsdale to NB.
The kennel is busy with folks fitting in a last trip before school goes back in session. Boarders abound and Sarah is happy. While Ms Charlie departed, Mr Charlie is keeping her company and well occupied. Barrett is in residence, keeping Trebia company and crooning his tunes. Maxifer is happy and well - looking after number two yard. Poe arrived and is contemplating life in his own way. Fern arrived and settled in. Ken's report - she is a lovely dog and a testament to Fraser and Marilla. And speaking of lovely dogs, Chantelle's crew are in residence muttering loudly that somebody is going to pay for this indignity. Scout is almost at a loss of words, having checked and re-checked to assure himself that she did, indeed, take that rotten puppy and not him.
The house crew are a bit put off by the painting project. It is disturbing their revolving door approach to enjoyment of summer. The plan (put together by Dolly, Marilla, Lori and Charlotte) is to go out to check the perimeter of the property, bark at the coming and going of the fruit stand (if you can't find anything of more interest to speak about) and then return to the air conditioning to cool off your belly (how your belly got hot is anyone's guess). The lack of access to the walk coming to the back door is putting a wrench in the works. And painting of the railings and pickets on the deck itself simply put paid to the normal comings and goings. There was a sorting of the guard, with some agreeing that to be outside is worth confinement in number one yard (still accessible to fruit stand views, shade and playable). Others demurred and preferred full time air conditioning. In the midst of it all, Lee and Ken corralled Charlotte and marched her to the grooming room. Half a Charlotte walked out several hours later.
It was a day of sorting. And the first victim was the box of wild blueberries. There is blueberry jam to be taken to the cold room and a blueberry pie is resting comfortably. Dinner brought the great lemon-garlic-sun dried tomato chicken, grilled to perfection; augmented by Ken's potatoes and fresh corn on the cob. The pie lived up to expectation. And we are on to the week end.
The kennel is busy with folks fitting in a last trip before school goes back in session. Boarders abound and Sarah is happy. While Ms Charlie departed, Mr Charlie is keeping her company and well occupied. Barrett is in residence, keeping Trebia company and crooning his tunes. Maxifer is happy and well - looking after number two yard. Poe arrived and is contemplating life in his own way. Fern arrived and settled in. Ken's report - she is a lovely dog and a testament to Fraser and Marilla. And speaking of lovely dogs, Chantelle's crew are in residence muttering loudly that somebody is going to pay for this indignity. Scout is almost at a loss of words, having checked and re-checked to assure himself that she did, indeed, take that rotten puppy and not him.
The house crew are a bit put off by the painting project. It is disturbing their revolving door approach to enjoyment of summer. The plan (put together by Dolly, Marilla, Lori and Charlotte) is to go out to check the perimeter of the property, bark at the coming and going of the fruit stand (if you can't find anything of more interest to speak about) and then return to the air conditioning to cool off your belly (how your belly got hot is anyone's guess). The lack of access to the walk coming to the back door is putting a wrench in the works. And painting of the railings and pickets on the deck itself simply put paid to the normal comings and goings. There was a sorting of the guard, with some agreeing that to be outside is worth confinement in number one yard (still accessible to fruit stand views, shade and playable). Others demurred and preferred full time air conditioning. In the midst of it all, Lee and Ken corralled Charlotte and marched her to the grooming room. Half a Charlotte walked out several hours later.
It was a day of sorting. And the first victim was the box of wild blueberries. There is blueberry jam to be taken to the cold room and a blueberry pie is resting comfortably. Dinner brought the great lemon-garlic-sun dried tomato chicken, grilled to perfection; augmented by Ken's potatoes and fresh corn on the cob. The pie lived up to expectation. And we are on to the week end.
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