There was rain. That's news in the NS desert. The rain barrels were filled; the flowers perked; Our Ken is marginally satisfied. With any luck, there will be more rain in the days to come. The Regalridgemobile departed the property for an excursion to Denmark. Furniture will be delivered in due course. Our Ken chose a red leather chair - anyone surprised? And it is identical to the chair in which he currently rests his eyes. That poor piece of furniture was purchased 12 years ago and owes nothing. Still, the worry of the hour as Denmark faded was 'what will we do with the navy chair?'. Sometimes 'tis best to remain silent. The rest of the acquisition will pale in comparison to the red. ?That will keep Our Ken happy. A visit to Denmark would not be complete without a stop at the Pork Shop. Home came the vehicle, passing the NS Steam museum and the Grist Mill, replete with sausage, mustards, brochettes and sauerkraut.
The kennel ticks along and all is well. The little Schenk crowd is perking - enough said. It was a wet day so the parties were somewhat less enthusiastic than has been the norm. Barrett is enjoying his vacation, crooning to Trebia who delights in his songs. She is absolutely certain that nobody but her hears his dulcet tones. Add to that the counterpoint of Margarets' Welsh and Margots' Norwich . . .Scooter pales in comparison.
The babies are growing like little weeds and Lola is expressing her satisfaction. Patting herself on the back, she preens as the babies are admired. There is the beginning of sound from the little ones, the eyes are opening and soon they will be up on those sturdy little legs. Progress. It is about two weeks to the weaning stage. Given their girth, it is not anticipated that weaning will be a major challenge. The two older puppies are thriving, enjoying the attention they demand and doing well. Their deck is their castle, toys are everywhere and both are finding their voices. Games are being played that only the two understand. Patti continues to improve, eating dog food for Sarah when all other offerings stop. Dinner was her package of Cesar, meds, a grilled hamburger and a dish of dry dog food. It is an amazing recovery for the ancient one.
Dinner was a summer pleasure. The pork brochettes were grilled; there was local valley corn, picked this morning. A tomato and blue cheese casserole was added to the new potatoes finished on the grill. Life is good.
The kennel ticks along and all is well. The little Schenk crowd is perking - enough said. It was a wet day so the parties were somewhat less enthusiastic than has been the norm. Barrett is enjoying his vacation, crooning to Trebia who delights in his songs. She is absolutely certain that nobody but her hears his dulcet tones. Add to that the counterpoint of Margarets' Welsh and Margots' Norwich . . .Scooter pales in comparison.
The babies are growing like little weeds and Lola is expressing her satisfaction. Patting herself on the back, she preens as the babies are admired. There is the beginning of sound from the little ones, the eyes are opening and soon they will be up on those sturdy little legs. Progress. It is about two weeks to the weaning stage. Given their girth, it is not anticipated that weaning will be a major challenge. The two older puppies are thriving, enjoying the attention they demand and doing well. Their deck is their castle, toys are everywhere and both are finding their voices. Games are being played that only the two understand. Patti continues to improve, eating dog food for Sarah when all other offerings stop. Dinner was her package of Cesar, meds, a grilled hamburger and a dish of dry dog food. It is an amazing recovery for the ancient one.
Dinner was a summer pleasure. The pork brochettes were grilled; there was local valley corn, picked this morning. A tomato and blue cheese casserole was added to the new potatoes finished on the grill. Life is good.
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