Regalridge Kennel

The short month is not yet stormy

2012-02-08T08:10:00.000-04:00

The weather remains reasonably acceptable. It is winter after all. Hovering at the 0 degree point, the days start with sun, cloud is present by noon and light remains in the western sky until the cocktail hour. Without the cloud, it would be colder so balance is what it's all about. Our Ken is staying busy - this week it is spring cleaning that occupies his thoughts - and that, of course, occupies the thoughts of all around him . . . This may be in response to Lee's organization mode and the loss of his treasured painting shirt. Stirring up dust is a sure way to begin Lee's allergy reaction.

The kennel is easily managed in the winter. On this day, an Airedale was repatriated as a result of the death of her owner. She is four, is a lovely girl and will be found a new home in due course. Until then, she is the new playmate for Sarah and Scarlett.

Haircuts are the order of the day for Our Ken's Airedales. Little Gabe is looking spiffy and is enjoying learning the ropes on the grooming table. Charlotte is sporting a new look, as is Rocky. The rest are in varying degrees of update, depending on their coat type and their enjoyment of the outdoors. Dolly, the nose of the weather, spends her day shadowing Lee. As the exterior doors open, Miss Dolly to tests the temperature with that nose and turns her back with a disgusted humph. Her people are sadly lacking in their ability to warm the outside temperature, much to Dolly's disgust. That gives license to putting herself in the line of sight of every activity in the house. Falling over Dolly is on-going winter fun. These days are a challenge for Piper. With colder weather, there are additional Airedales in the house through the day. Normally, that is Miss Piper's domain. Her sleep is interrupted as she invokes her right to insert herself between Lee and any other sentient being. She stumbles through early evening and tortures Lee to go to bed by 8 pm. Of course, that means Lee must accompany her so she meets with some resistance. Only when the insistence becomes too pitiful to bear does Lee succumb but that hour is pretty darned early.

Dinner was pot roast - a perennial favourite of Our Ken. Followed by Hagen Daz with Lee's warm brandied peaches, it was an acceptable winter meal.

Winter has arrived

2012-02-07T08:44:00.000-04:00

Winter had arrived and it is cold outside! It has been an interesting few weeks - there is a reason smart animals hibernate. The best news in recent days is that Phil the Pheasant has returned. The missing male pheasant has given cause for concern since late fall. Today he has surfaced - in good form and happily chowing down under the chestnut tree. The Philomenas have been in attendance since late November but Phil has been MIA so his return is cause for celebration - heaven knows there has been little else to cheer about. Lee in intent on decluttering. Our Ken is concerned with the amount that is departing Regalridge and is finding his hours well filled as he turns to his raccoon side, diving headlong into the bags intended for the trash for evidence of treasure being wrongly disposed of. The cracked bowl brings sighs of 'I was going to fix that' (there are 50 uncracked bowls resplendent in their completeness) and the discovery of a sheet fitting no bed for decades a mutter of 'that would make good cleaning rags'. At the bottom of each bag is the 'Ken-stuff' requiring a concerted effort and deep insight to be unearthed and repatriated. The sixth sense often prevails but on occasion, it actually makes it to the trash on Friday.

The kennel is perking along. Sarah has company in the person of Marilla's sister - Scarlett. Marilla-like in every way, Scarlett is active, bright and ready for every adventure. Given the age of these girls, it is apparent they will never 'grow up'. June's crew have returned home, having learned new ways of viewing the world and all that it offers - much to June's continued amazement. Morgan is quite certain that he is an Airedale and has new manners to prove that concept. London approves. Talea hasn't noticed yet.

The house dogs are well and content to snooze winter away on the comfort of the dog beds in the warm den. Patti is revitalized, is running in the yards (in short bursts) and eating well - particularly when her favourite additions are prominent among the kibble. Jack is having a great winter, largely because of the addition of a large stuffed skate boarding toy that was received for Christmas. This fellow has become his friend, his confidant and his muse. A paw around his shoulders is standard but in sleeping moments and Jack holding the toy in his mouth (it is Jack size) greets the people of the house each morning. Admiration of his friend is necessary prior to Sir Jack deigning to depart his crate. He is occasionally to be found in Jack's water dish or food bowl - apparently when Jack is in the mood to share. Undemanding, Jack has taken on his responsibility for his pal with alacrity, keeping in mind that
this is the same Welsh who 'discovered' the joy of balls this past summer at the advanced age of 13. Madonna is not the only one who can reinvent herself.

Meals have been adequate. For Superbowl Sunday there was a lovely bourbon based sauce to accompany the chicken wings and a Guyanese rum cake to assuage the pain of the house as the Giants prevailed. Shepherd's pie has presented itself, much to Our Ken's enjoyment. A lovely cheese bread from The Bread Bible appeared on the week end, has been well enjoyed and is perhaps the most time consuming and finicky loaf ever to have been produced. Our Ken is uncomplainingly working his way through a batch of date squares. And the news of the winter - the meat market across the road has stayed open this winter, is busy, well stocked and an outlet for Our Ken's wandering ways.

January 2012 has departed

2012-02-01T07:47:00.000-04:00

February has dawned and the longest month of winter is behind us, although little winter is in evidence so far. A couple of cold days came and went, a couple of snow squalls came and went and the winter's ever-present ice is in evidence. There was a very quick trip to Maine last week for a visit with Gary and also with Lee's brother. Billy enjoyed the road miles logged. A bicycle from Woodstock came home for a grandson and Our Ken is now in the business of checking all bikes he passes, muttering contentedly that his acquisition is of far better quality than the offerings locally. Lee's brother has a high end bike business and was pleased to be able to provide a Norco mountain bike to meet the needs. The trip did have its moments, however, and Our Ken had a miserable cold by the time the Regalridgemobile began its return journey. And always one to share, the cold was passed to Lee by mid-week, resulting in two less than sprightly adults managing Regalridge this week. Lee is working her way through a backlog of reading material (look out Dawn!) and Our Ken has memorized Mr Romney's statistics, ads and all else Republican as carried by CNN. Piper is saying 'uncle' and very much looking forward to a return to a quiet den. For a little added fun, new government regulations have dictated a new heating system for the kennel - no more wondering what the 2012 project will be.

The kennel is relatively quiet. Marilla's sister Annie-Scarlett is in residence until late March as her owner works in another area. She has settled in to the routine and is making friends quickly, a personality similar to Marilla's. June's crew landed last week and are having a whale of a time. Morgan is a delightful Welsh, easy going and happy regardless of circumstances. Talea the Norfolk is rolling through life, obviously hasn't missed a meal and is taking her kennel stint in stride. London is in the house on crate rest, having pulled a hamstring to add a little activity to June's life on departure day - timing is everything. She has improved greatly, is again weight bearing and looking forward to her owner's return to prove that being abandoned in her hour of need is OK with her - guilt anyone?

The house crew are enjoying this less than impressive winter weather. The warm days and occasional light snow work for them, followed by long naps on the ever present dog beds in the den. Our Ken is working through grooming sessions; shaggy Airedales return to the house in Airedale clothes. Patti is managing admirably, moving easily through the house and looking after her yards in Patti-fashion. Charlotte, sporting a polished look, is thriving, able in Charlotte-style to get the best bed (provided by Dawn and Jimmy) through occasional speed but more often manipulation of Machiavellian propensity. Running to the window and barking with fervour never fails to bring reinforcements. As the others bark and look expectantly, Miss Charlotte circles back to land on her bed of preference, recently given up by her friend who is now looking sheepish at having again fallen for the trick.

Food has come and gone. On the better days Lee has managed challah, a fabulous chocolate mousse and date squares. A Guyanese cake is in the making (fortunately not time dependent) but other days have occasioned a Costco offering or soup. It will be good to get back to a routine.

A great visit with Chantelle after a busy day

2012-01-09T08:11:00.000-04:00

The day was clear and warm. A drive to Five Mile River mid-afternoon showed a county that looked much more like spring than mid-winter. Barns were open, green grass was the norm and folks were about with sweaters rather than down filled coats. This will no doubt change but it certainly has been mild to this point. There is no frost in the ground and the water table is high. Lee spent the day on conference calls and CKC business so was delighted to have plans to visit Chantelle that took her away for a bit of time. Ken was relieved to simply see the telephone removed from her ear. June came out for some work with the puppies. Lead training continues as does their progress in learning to be great little citizens. Both concur that June is 'The Best'! Our Ken continued his organizing ways. What is being accomplished is a mystery but he certainly is busy. It was a good football evening with a great, if surprising, game between Pittsburgh and Denver.

The kennel is quiet and easily managed.

The house dogs are happy to report that all is well. Their food has arrived as it should, albeit a bit late because of the late arrival home of the people of the house. Piper has requested the key to the feed room so that she can feed if this occurs in future. Her kind offer has been declined. Patti is more mobile and happy to be getting around on her own schedule once again. And she has resumed her role as top dog, much to everyone's amazement.

Dinner was the local pizza house special - and was well enjoyed, particularly by the person who did not have to prepare a meal . . . And Mr turkey is history - soup is the final offering.

|January is underway

2012-01-08T08:23:00.000-04:00

The quiet weeks of January have arrived. the weather remains warm for the most part although the occasional colder day has managed to creep in, only to be sent packing by a series of Alberta Clippers. There was a light snowfall (4 cm) and occasional rain interspersed with fog. The Jet Stream is doing what it will do - generally to our benefit on our little end of North America. Our Ken has decided to organize and the best avenue for all in his proximity is to duck and run. He has a closet that makes Houdini's truck look like a shoebox and out of it comes the most wildly assorted array of items that any one individual can collect. Of course, this array is of interest and always a surprise to Our Ken as well. On this day there appeared 4 sake cups "Made in Japan", a can of stain remover for carpets (we have none), an antique set of fine china teacups and saucers with one matching vegetable serving dish, an array of odd tools, a vacuum cleaner, and on it goes. Keep in mind, this is an old house. The closet is actually a cupboard that was listed as the 'library' because it stored the family books when it was listed by the real estate agent. This organizing has resulted in the hall floor being lined with assorted plunder, the room which houses the closet looking like a cyclone has been through and Our Ken wandering through with a self-satisfied look. Men are truly a mystery.

The kennel is quiet. Little Maggie came and went. Ceilidh departed with a kick of Cocker heels and a wave. Sarah is finding things far too quiet and has managed to find her way into the grooming room to help Ken work on Atlas. Trebia is sporting a green wool sweater but remains unamused by winter. Her outside periods are certainly curtailed, even with this mild winter. Scooter doesn't care provided her toys are properly aligned and at the ready.

The house crew enjoyed the organizing period, watching intently as Our Ken tortured Lee with his 'what do I do with this?' game. Piper, ever the harbinger of Lee's state of mind, took cover after the tenth version of this question. Piper is a smart one. With the warm day and fog, the Airedales decided that a revolving door would be handy but, failing that, Lee's ministrations would do. Charlotte let everyone out at regular intervals, Lee obliged their desires ton come back in, muddy paws and all. Jack was the recipient of the Christmas toy that had found its way into a stocking. He is thrilled. So far, it is intact and has varied its' abilities from a pillow to a bite plate to a best friend. As the Airedales faded down the walk for their early spin, Jack is next out and Lee found him standing with his entire body wagging and Mr Skateboarder in his mouth ready to go out too. The toy is slightly smaller than Sir Jack so has to be managed carefully to be picked up and transported but Jack has it down to a science after considerable practice.

Dinner was scallops with potatoes, squash and asparagus. Chantelle's birthday cake is still with us and seems to come alive late evening given the crumbs on the counter in the mornings. Subtlety is not Our Ken's long suit. And tomorrow beckons . . .

a Birthday for Chantelle

2012-01-04T08:48:00.000-04:00

Luella has promised to have no more children in January. That is a relief. Chantelle's birthday is an event and celebration must happen. So it was a day of kitchen activity. The dogs were delighted. And there was decorating. Happy 30th Birthday was in evidence. Chantelle noticed. Dawn was polite. Our Ken helped by wrapping the gift - that was worth the price of admission. The requisite singing occurred, accompanied by cake and hilarity; there were toasts and stories. Our Ken's pictures on the computerized picture frame were admired - Paris juxtaposed with Disney was a bit perplexing but worked in context, bracketed by images of puppies and summer at Regalridge.

The Schenks arrived home. While the plane was late, Air Canada's system of alerts worked. Our Ken was the designated chauffeur and was repeatedly advised that 2:45 was the wheels down timing. At 3:00 Lee looked out the window and what to her wondering eyes did appear but Our Ken - minus sleigh and reindeer but replete with a bag of dirt and a spade. And you wonder why it is difficult to be on time when married to this wonder of nature. 'Have you looked at your watch', Lee enquired, perhaps a bit sharply. And the fun began. Eventually the ladies were collected, the little dogs were returned home with them and the kennel settled. Only Ceilidh remains, Maxifer having left earlier in the day.

And the house dogs managed the kitchen with Lee. There was a high activity level as the turkey came apart to offer up the makings for a casserole particularly loved by Chantelle. Odd bits were shared. Marilla approved. May and Patti had a good day. Patti is stronger and brighter, enjoying her beds but also her wanders around the yard. There was little in the way of available laps until late evening. The Norwich were less than impressed and have requested improvement in days to come.

Dinner was a success. There was cheese dip with crackers (Christmas lives on). There was the romaine salad with pears, glazed walnuts and blur cheese or ranch dressing - it was a mixed table, after all. There was the turkey casserole and baked stuffed potatoes. And there was the three layer Devil's Food cake with peanut butter icing - a once a year concoction that takes the day and is worth every second. Girardelli chocolate, Penzey's Dutch processed cocoa powder and very good vanilla combine to take this cake a level beyond the norm. And there is lots left - Chantelle scurried out with her gifts, forgetting her food. If the little car slows that can be remedied . . .

And the rains came down - yet again

2012-01-03T08:29:00.000-04:00

Thank goodness the year can start - the Parade happened. 2012 will have 364 days but what the heck. The EU is intending to shorten the year more impressively than by one day - was this the North American response? And, of course, on Parade Day there is little that can be done. KTLA carries the annual ritual from early morning to reruns and then reruns of reruns. What could be better. There were elephants and princesses, Roy Rogers tributes and a Calgary band. There were astronauts made of seeds and straw flowers and dinosaurs - oh my. And there were recalcitrant dock diving dogs who took a pass on the opportunity to Wow millions. There you have it - the parade in prose. There was puppy trimming through the afternoon while the adult Airedales snoozed in front of the fire. The feeders were busy as a result of the monsoon and two pheasants have now been spotted under the tree. Hope is held out that Phil will yet appear.

The kennel is quiet - or as quiet as it can get with Crockett in residence. |The little characters have their bags packed, having marked their schedule on the walls to ensure the big reunion doesn't take place without them. Ceilidh and Maxifer have decided that living at Regalridge is just fine with them.. They are an interesting Sporting dog combination and enjoy each others' company.

The house crew are doing well. Enjoying the presence of their people, they are settled, have developed a 'den routine' and have no complaints. Patti is doing well and is much brighter. May is keeping up with the activity level and is happy to find a lap whenever possible.

Dinner was pork with roasted vegetables. It was well received.

2011 & 1/2

2012-01-02T08:41:00.000-04:00

We are quite certain that it was New Year's Day. New Year's Eve had come and gone and, aging though we are, New Year's Day has always followed. Still, there are questions. You see, there was no Rose Parade. And the Rose Parade is the cornerstone of the first day of the year. So, the question becomes, how do we move forward. The day had to become an'extra' - a 24 hour period between New Year's Eve and the Rose Parade. A day that does not require much in the way of anything since it really hadn't been counted on and is only filling time until the new year can actually begin. Reading is permitted as is television, housework can happen and fill in jobs like adding earth to the roses. But no major or important acts, no resolutions can come into play and certainly no New Year's dinner. Even the weather lacked note or colour. New Year's day in abeyance is an odd start to 2012 giving pause as we consider what the year will bring beyond this hiccup.

The kennel managed to fill its day that didn't happen quite nicely. Crockett has learned how to scale walls - apparently watching Spiderman in his spare time, since that is the only way a dog of his inconsiderable height would be able to perform bathroom duties to the level now achieved. Our Ken is perplexed and giving this some thought. The Welsh have finally earned their star. Their run was clean on this day that did not exist. Maxifer is enjoying his friendship with Ceilidh the Spaniel. The two have developed a bond and are exploring the big yard at their own pace. Sarah is playing with Trebia and content.

The house crew managed a quiet enough day with lots of sleeping by the fire, Patti is improving with an ability to now get up on her own, to march around the yard and is looking for a game, much to everyone's amazement. May is eating well and perking. Patti is particularly fond of turkey - good thing there is lots. With Lee in the leather chair, the Norwich settled in for an afternoon nap, happy with this unexpected hiatus in their management routine. Piper was less amused and laid on the hearth to keep a close eye on this terrible situation. As Dolly added her head to the chair complement, Piper reached her tipping point, landing with a full body leap, scattering the offenders and almost sending Lee to Emergency.

Food is plentiful. It is only a question of which area of which refrigerator will be sorted as meals are determined. On this day there was a late breakfast, a coffee break and dinner of note. Dinner was the pear and glazed walnut salad with blue cheese, fresh bread and the lobster gift received from the Marshalls. The lobster was perfect - cooked by Our Ken and enjoyed fully. And we are on to New Year's Day . . .

New Year's Eve at Regalridge

2012-01-01T09:48:00.000-04:00

There are plans and there are alternative plans. Having missed a trip to see Shelagh at Christmas, there was a commitment to New Year's Eve. And there were New Year's Eve Plans. The visit to Shelagh was of highest importance given her dearth of visitors so, lobster in hand, Lee was off to the nursing home. Shelagh was listening to a book on tape, looks good and was in good spirits. Nobody in the world enjoys a lobster more than Shelagh - this time it was a freshly-boiled-by-Ken crustacean with melted butter in a large flat bottomed bowl for her dipping pleasure. Having prepared the meat with Shelagh's physical limitations in mind, the meal was a resounding success - forks are unnecessary when fingers are at the ready! There was a lovely large croissant to assist in mopping up the remainders and Christmas cookies as well as Our Ken's fudge so a feast was had. Between (and during) bites, there were questions to be responded to by Lee and discussions regarding all manner of items of interest to Shelagh. She noted that Linda and Heather had visited in recent memory and that Chantelle had not been there in months - hmmm . . . There was a discussion of scheduled eye surgery and Shelagh'\s eager anticipation of the resultant improvement that will enable her to better enjoy her computer. She is keen to have a new pair of slippers (and had the page marked in the Sears Wishbook. Lee will comply. And she thoroughly enjoyed her gifts from Regalridge. On her wall is a new picture from Janet Rogers - Piper Airedale and Abigail Australian at a Charlottetown party of their own making. It is an image that will bring a smile from all who visit. Now, understanding the importance of the visit, it is perhaps also understandable that the several hours spent took a toll on New Year's Eve plans. There was a regrouping. Lee stopped at the grocery store, looking in amazement at the number of vehicles in the lot and the line snaking out of the adjoining liquor store. Home came a few items to shore up Regalridge reserves. The never complaining alpha male of Regalridge was happy to stay home and Chantelle (did she make it to midnight this year, you wonder) arrived with a fabulous appetizer in hand. Adding chips and dip (there is a rule from South West Nova that a party cannot be had without chip and dip) an evening was in the making. There was wine for the ladies and rum and eggnog for others. There were appetizers and individual desserts chosen for each participants preferences and taste. And there was the mid-point of the meal - Lee's New York style pizza (America's Test Kitchen). All survived the evening, although Our Ken was not amused by the television offerings - whether PBS (Lincoln Center rather than Boston) or Halifax's Grand Parade (Blues, Jazz and Soul). The evening culminated with the 'return of the raccoon'. Yes, there in the bird feeder tree was Our Ken's nemesis, communing with Patti as she made her way along the deck for her late night constitutional. The very expensive trap may yet come into play.

The kennel is quieter and settling nicely. Old Bailey departed leaving only the Schenk crew and Ceilidh. Easily manageable with the Regalridge dogs supplementing the numbers, all moved along nicely. Crockett is missing the opportunity to tell scads of dogs what needs to be done but is secure in the knowledge that many dogs are now much better educated and able to cope with all that the world offers as a result of his tutelage.

The house dogs are well and happy. Unfortunately there were fire crackers next door so a melee ensued with the Airedales totally undone for the period that the racket went on. Excluding that little blip, the day was a success by Airedale, Welsh and Norwich terms. There was kitchen activity, the people were in residence, there was company (although Rocky did find Chantelle (yes, Chantelle was still awake and vertical mid-evening) a bit foreign and exotic by later in the evening) and there were treats. Beds were abundant and the new bed sent by Dawn has found a willing audience - Marilla loves it, Piper considers it hers and the Norwich land on it at every opportunity.

There was lobster stew for lunch and a New Year's Eve grazing menu. It worked. And No, Chantelle did not make it to midnight. In usual Chantelle-fashion, there was a yawn, a stretch and a sheep-ish mumble as she foiund her way back to her rural digs well before the witching hour.

Seasonal summary wind down

2011-12-31T09:05:00.000-04:00

It has been a lovely season, the quiet broken only by the warbling - of Chantelle's new Welsh puppy! Yes, Chantelle went home to visit with her other parents and Regalridge repatriated the puppy. Keeping up with the Schenks has been given whole new meaning. And there have been lovely days of warm weather. the snow has disappeared, rain is forecast and normal December weather has arrived. There are birds at the feeders with the yellow Christmas birds in evidence among the blue jays and busy chickadees. One lone pheasant is in great shape and busy under the chestnut tree. Jimmy's dishwasher project has met with great success - Lee is delighted to report. His abilities know no bounds. And Lee made doughnuts. Another line to cross off of the bucket list.

The kennel is emptying out after an exceptionally busy Christmas period. Remaining are Bailey Golden with her rules firmly in place, Ceilidh Spaniel who continues to do well, Maxifer the amazing bionic Golden and the Schenk crew. Maxifer has the large suite and enjoys the space as well as the attention he receives given his infirmities. He is a great fellow and much loved. Crockett is somewhat disappointed with the departures of animals that he has so assiduously trained so is marshaling his thoughts to call in reinforcements. Marged and Shillelagh are ably assisting. There has been a gold star meted out, however, Crockett and Zeus have decided that the outside bathroom routine is to their liking and have maintained their quarters in pristine fashion. Then there are the Welsh . . .

The house crew are simply delighted that their people are in residence, the kitchen activity is in high gear and Our Ken is coming and going at regular intervals with interesting projects to be supervised. Piper is all about help and is attached to Lee. The evening found her in Lee's lap, a process that took a full newscast as she began on the couch and inched her way over as only Piper can. By the time 'something interesting for last' was heard, Miss Piper was asleep with her head on Lee's shoulder and stretched full length in the chair. Charlotte is thoroughly disgusted with little May's wandering ways and has a full repertoire of noises saved exclusively for the bumps received. Her best sounds, however, are brought out when May simply climbed her as she is sleeping in a dog bed. That is simply horrible in Charlotte's world and requires stentorian vocalizations. May is completely oblivious. Charlotte is appalled. Rockey and Billy have called a truce in the house - whether or not it is seasonal is a question that only time will answer.

Meals have been plentiful and frequent. There have been fish cakes as a reminder that Mary and Jo were unable to visit this year but are still in our hearts. There has been seafood casserole from Cy;s restaurant recipe as a salute to Ralph on the rainy West Coast. Turkey, of course, is always and option and will be for some time to come. A crown roast of pork was produced for Jimmy and Dawn (at Our Ken's behest). Many breads were made and consumed and the after party saw plum pudding, hard sauce, lemon sauce (Meyer Lemons), steamed dates with hard sauce, Christmas cookies et al. New this year was a puffed pastry concoction with a turkey and mushroom filling - as tasty as it is impressive. New Year's Eve looms. More food will no doubt materialize.

Boxing Day in Nova Scotia - good weather and lots of coming and going

2011-12-28T08:59:00.000-04:00

Nova Scotia Boxing Day is a day late. Christmas and Boxing days are holidays here in the East and as a result, Canada's Boxing Day occurs on the 27th. Now, we all enjoy the television but standing in line for hours, even in clement December weather, is simply unappealing. Still, ubiquitous news shots of shopping successes abound so perhaps another year . . . Regalridge was a busy spot with Our Ken ushering out many vacationing dogs. Things are marginally quieter with some breathing room realized. Scooter and Trebia have returned to their runs and less toting is required. Dawn and Jim had a few spare minutes and were able to join us at table in the evening. And for the seasonal bird count, the lovely yellow grosbeaks have returned in number to the Regalridge feeders to join the pheasants, jays, woodpeckers, chickadees, doves and crows. A wind storm is forecast so perhaps there will be visiting feathered friends over the next couple of days.

The kennel remains almost full, even after waving good by to Duke, Fiddler, Naomi and Moses, Bay-Lee and Gemini. There will be a short hiatus now with Crockett having to regroup in his extensive instructions. The Welsh are, of course, supporting his vocalizations, urging their older brother to even greater flights of fancy. Ursey is managing to maintain her composure, although expecting her owners very soon. Millie is enjoying her time, playing with her friend Gemini. Ceilidh is more of an individualist and is taking her constitutionals singly. Maxifer loves the kennel. He gets out for his strolls about the yards, is eating well and shows a remarkable recovery, not needing his meds at all. Keegan is kicking up her heels and enjoying life - a testament to Helen's care.

The house dogs are well. It was a pleasant day so ins and outx were frequent. Charlotte is enjoying more time in front of the fire than was her wont in previous winters but enjoys her tricks and runs when not asleep. Full out or full stop are her two speeds. Marilla was tickled with the company and had long, soulful chats with Jimmy. He laughs at her shenanigans and Marilla loves that. Piper maintained a close eye on Lee, enjoying the kitchen activity and the odd dropped bit that the Norwich missed. Patti is a bit stronger and is bright, another step forward in her slow recovery. Trevor is looking forward to Chantelle's return, exercising his legs and his lungs in equal measure.

Dinner was preceded by the Christmas cheese plate and centered by a crown roast of pork. Cooked on a bed of sweet vegetables, it was a lovely change. With riced potatoes,fried apples, roasted turnip, carrots and onions and, of course, gravy, all was well. Plum pudding is almost gone for another year.

Snow for Christmas - how thoughtful

2011-12-27T08:14:00.000-04:00

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.

Clear sailing and power shopping

2011-12-23T08:08:00.000-04:00

It was close to summer weather, roads were clear and shopping underway. Bayer's Lake was a madhouse and far too many males of the species were allowed into Costco. Do you suppose that standing in front of an item (any item, it appeared) and gazing with a vacant but panicked look will make it either leap into a cart? Getting around these human statues was a challenge and slowed progress. Not a good thing. Still, the Regalridge mobiles - yes, there were two for the occasion - were filled to the brim with Costco's usual offerings and Lee's speed-shopped Christmas gifts. Have you ever wondered why it is that women end up purchasing tools at places like Canadian Tire and Home Depot and men stand befuddled in jewelery stores hoping that inspiration will hit? It is a perverse process and makes no good sense - and if anyone can explain why a person needs five ripping bars it would be appreciated if that little gem of knowledge could be shared.

The kennel is filling to capacity. Brunswick departed on schedule - Laurie well understands the routine - and Millie Wheaten arrived for her holiday stay. Millie is a great dog and always a bonus. She took one look at Gemini and decided they would be best friends. Gemini is tickled. Naomi and Moses are doing well, eating and playing. The Schenk crew arrived with Crockett the Announcer advising all that he had arrived and is ready to take on all jobs available. Old Bailey is settled in and comfortable. She is sorting Our Ken out with her reminders of things to be done. Fiddler remains in residence looking forward to his return home and the first view of his newly hatched sister. And more will arrive.

The house crew is getting along fine. They are never truly happy without their humans in residence but they do cope. Piper had a lot to say on Lee's return (likely coached by Our Ken) since it was dark and everyone knows Lee should never be out after dark. May had stayed with Margot during the Florida trip and is happy to be home. With Ken cooking them burgers on the grill, both she and Patti are managing to eat and stay mobile. Word has arrived from south of the border that there will be Logan puppies during the season and excitement reigns. The deer are fine as they stand near the blue spruce - until they light up. Then the gloves come off. Marilla is not amused that glowing creatures now inhabit the front yard and is determining her options. she is backed by Charlotte and, on a good day, Billy. Rocky demurs.

Dinner was lovely haddock, pan fried and as fresh as could be. NB potatoes and a tomato salad rounded out the offering. All else is well.

The weather is warm and grass still green

2011-12-22T08:00:00.000-04:00

Regalridge is back to its usual semblance of normalcy. This year there was a trip to Florida sandwiched in to the Christmas season. That makes an interesting challenge with December 25 such a finite day. Now, if Christmas could occur when each of us is ready, the season at Regalridge could extend through much of the winter. Isn't that appealing? And then there is the reality. This week Christmas will be celebrated. The outside gifts are wrapped and some have found their way to recipients. The house is reasonably trimmed. Our Ken has finished the outside light show and has outdone himself with the blue spruce trimmed in red with two deer outlined in clear lights feeding and watchful, respectively. The center island in the yard is glowing red and white as well. And then there is his garden - with blues and yellows and silver - a kaleidoscope that only Our Ken would even consider. It makes you laugh to look at it and that, perhaps, is the point of the season. Florida was a revelation to Our Ken. He managed four theme parks in as many days and may never be the same. There was Epcot (The Land was the hit) and Magic Kingdom (thank goodness for the Electric Parade). There was Animal Kingdom where Our Ken was the magnet for the giraffe (the truck stopped an Ms Giraffe stopped to have a good look at Ken and drool on him), followed by the next stop where a white rhino wandered up to the truck to make eye contact - again with our Ken - to the amazement of all except Our Ken. The baby gorilla had a great game of peek-a-boo with us and rolled on the ground laughing at his own creativity. Animal Kingdom was more of a success than its precursors. Then there was Sea World. There was a question whether Chantelle and Ken were going to volunteer, leaving Lee to run Regalridge into the future. With Chantelle's management of the adults in the party, shows were seen in preferred seating. occasionally in the 'splash zone' to Lee's expressed and ignored concern. The whales were so close that they could be touched and the Dolphin smiles were viewed up close. Even restaurants were more than adequate due to Chantelle's focused marches throughout the parks. Then is was on to Orlando proper and the Eukanuba Dog Show week end. That was enjoyed by all - great dogs, great people and much accomplished. Lee has determined that Spanish lessons, though, will be a necessity for travel in the US in the near future and is considering her options.

The kennel is filling for the season. Naomi and Moses are in residence, managing well and settled. Brunswick is here for the week but departing for Santa's visit. Ceilidh the Cocker has settled in, is eating well and enjoying a run in the yards. Old Bailey is in residence, sorting out the people dealing with her and reminding everyone of her schedule and her equipment - she will walk only on her own leash. Fiddler has come to visit for a couple of days. He has a new baby sister and is looking forward to meeting her asap. Gemini is also here for her Christmas vacation and enjoying her time in the big area. More arrivals over the next couple of days will make a busy season.

The house dogs are looking forward to Christmas with an expectation that Lee will spend a lot more time in the kitchen than has been the case to this point. . Piper is delighted to have her people back and her bedroom sorted out. Marilla was relieved with the return of the natives and shows her delight by hitting Lee each time she passes by. Abigail had Alex so would have been just as happy to have everyone remain in Florida.

Dinner was in the city with grandchildren and parents. Tis the season.

Christmas requires light - and lots of it

2011-12-05T07:16:00.000-04:00

All is moving along at Regalridge. Our Ken marched through the house muttering something about shopping. When queried, he confessed that the crocus purchases got out of hand. Having bought one package of ten, he had decided that was not quite enough so went back for another. Problem was that the second package contained 100. Chantelle noted on her departure that the front lawn looked as though it had been gone over with a pogo stick. The alpha male's list still includes the wrapping of the roses (a parade theme in the making or perhaps a horse race) and the turning on of the outside Christmas lights - always an event. Lee managed more indoor trimming, the Airedale Angel and the birds are on the Christmas tree and the mantle is lighted. The kitchen continues to welcome addition and is officially seasonal. Chantelle was in residence to trim some visitors and Atlas Jr. arrived for a trim and set by Lee. He is a handsome fellow with one of the most beautiful heads we have seen. Marguerite is producing beautifully.

The kennel is quiet. Ruari and Finn are aware of their heavy responsibilities managing the West side and are taking it quite seriously. Well, Ruari is taking it seriously. Young Finn is just being silly.

The house dogs are well and continue to enjoy the mild days. Supervising Our Ken is a full time job and the Airedales are just the dogs to do that. His comings and goings are of particular interest and are heralded if particularly noteworthy - like when he morphs from a bent over bush-like looking entity to a full sized man who has taken on the resemblance of - Ken! Marilla finds that particularly disturbing. Jessie spent the day apart from little Trevor. The youngster is being weaned and has decided that puppy food may be palatable after all, provided there is lots of goat's milk to wash it down.

Dinner was the end of the pot roast and well and happily consumed. With a date square to finish the meal, Our Ken was replete and ready to watch the Wizard Of Oz - well almost . . .

Outside work is easy in good weather

2011-12-04T08:06:00.000-04:00

Another mild day with sun and cloud offered lots of opportunity for the dogs to have adventures and for Chantelle to be educated into the ways of wayward Airedales. In residence to do a little trimming, Chantelle was led on some merry chases and departed muttering something about no need for a Wii at Regalridge. Our Ken continues to put flower gardens to bed, sort garden equipment and generally find reasons to be outside. The garden tractor was heard throughout the property, sporting a man with a Patriots cap and a big smile as he motored under the chestnut tree. Lee spent the day encouraging the Christmas tree lights to be dutiful - with mixed results. Our Ken also managed to fix something. Remember, engineers are not handy by nature - that seems to be why they go to university for eight years. Up early, there was a call to Bob the font of all technical knowledge to discuss the dreaded pump. Now, waking Bob up to discuss the pump and expecting a deep discussion is folly. Several calls later and with Bob in pump-mode, the fix was in and success was had - or at least, there was an aha moment after many pauses at the top of the stairs with exasperated sighs and 'where is the phone' comments. And yes, a plumber does exist in Elmsdale but that, apparently, would be saying 'uncle'. The evening ended with "It's a Wonderful Life" - a cornerstone of the season at Regalridge. Jimmy always comes through.

The kennel is well under control. Ruari is well and bright, taking his meds and happy in his palace of beds, blankets and paraphernalia. Finn couldn't care less about the trappings and still gazes down the hallway hoping Chopper will reappear. Ruff is settled in and taking life easy as Ruff has wont to do. Trebia kept an eye on her area and was a bit ticked at missing the adventures with Sarah and Lola. There is always hope for a sequel.

The house dogs had a wonderful day. Marilla began the adventures with a quick toy exchange on her way downstairs. Lee expertly removed the pink dog before it met the fate of other stuffed toys in the great room as Marilla set her sights on Chantelle. Lo and behold, there was a package of Cesar in the feed room. That was expertly snatched and headed for the outside door. Again, Lee made the catch and Marilla made her way outside with an empty mouth, much to her disgust. A half hour later, all came back in to be fed and with slight of mouth and quick manoeuvres, Marilla managed to get to the feed room, snatch the Cesar package previously positioned in that Airedale mouth and get to her crate before Lee reached her. Marilla's imagination is second only to her guile. Keeping up with her is a full time profession. Puppies, Patti and May are all well.

Dinner was a t-bone. Yes, "a" steak. Our Ken went shopping and came home with a steak that Bedrock would have been proud of. Well grilled on this lovely evening, it was accompanied by baked potatoes, onions and mushrooms and turnip. All was well in Our Ken's world - particularly after all was washed down with chocolate for dessert.

The return of the Regalridge-mobile

2011-12-03T08:40:00.000-04:00

The return of the Regalridgemobile happened just at dinnertime after two days of warm and sunny weather. The unloading was easy given that it was a quick two day trip to Woodstock. Lee's brother was glad of the break in routine and the descent of the Regalridge activity level. That seems to occur wherever Regalridge touches down - go figure. There were copious amounts of packing and unpacking, work on the estate (coming to an end perhaps) the requisite trip to Houlton for milk and King Arthur flour, Girardelli chocolate and Christmas soft peppermints for Our Ken. Sorting and a little Christmas decorating happened (a few surprises for Greg). And it was home again home again within 36 hours. Our Ken managed the driving with aplomb, even the detour to Costco for collection of Vito's lasagnes for Woodstock dining pleasure. As unpacking occurred, it was evident that at some point there was also a side trip made to the Woodstock bakery for Our Ken's favourites. Chantelle was waiting on the doorstep as the van returned, Christmas music playing and the weary travellers ready to regain the routine. There was a dinner and Christmas movie to follow.

The kennel is quiet and manageable. Chantelle's dogs are in residence to keep Ruari and Finn company. Ruff is holding the fort nicely and keeping an eye on the little dogs. It will be reasonably quiet until the descent of the Christmas canines.

The house dogs are well. Little May suffered through Chantelle's cooking and Marilla shared her thoughts with Lee about the mean beloved older sister. This is generally the coming home ritual. One of the other of the Airedales feels hard done by for some reason. This trip it was Marilla who walked over to Lee as soon as she landed in the leather recliner. Then it was Airedale head on Lee's shoulder and big sigh, long suffering gaze into Lee's eyes and then a fast head turn to Chantelle who had landed on the couch next to the chair. More expressive sighs and gazing and the head turn to Chantelle. The story was told - Chantelle is a meanie. The back story is that Marilla was playing 'monster on the couch', a favourite game of hers. As the Norwich came past, she growled and leapt up to make them run - Marilla likes to see Norwich run. Chantelle mentioned to Marilla that enough was enough - and the 'I'm telling Lee' story was written. Poor Marilla. Piper came over with chapter two but only out of Piper-ownership of Lee, not because a real story was necessary. And there was the June-update
"l was out at your place today. Sarah and the dogs were doing well. The pups were fantastic. Izzy was up first and was determined to win first prize. Then Breezy took the stage. There was a bit of hesitation in the beginning but she soon started to strut her stuff. I was getting tired after the the 2 girls but the boy dog was not going to be left in their dust. Gabe and I had a few words at the start and when he realized it was in his best interest to trot like a champion, the girls watched in horror as he took top honors today.
See you when you return " Progress continues.

Dinner was Atlantic and good. There were pan friend fresh scallops and risotto with peas. All is well.

Chantelle's market enjoys another successful year

2011-11-30T07:56:00.000-04:00

The days continue mild and dry. Those wet, cold November rains appear to be MIA this year and we are all relieved. This was the week of Chantelle's Christmas market so the Toyota left Regalridge for Windsor. The cross country trek was as lovely as ever with cows still in pastures and properties looking well cared for. There is little real estate activity - a sign of prosperity in this very rural area. The market was buzzing and vendors smiling so Chantelle had another successful event well in hand. There were Christmas gifts purchased and more cranberries. Wonderful bread from Avon Emporium returned to Regalridge accompanied by local creamed honey. Bob and Luella met us and lunch at the local pub was a great as ever.

The kennel has quieted. Ruari and Finn are thriving although Finn is hearkening back to his hero Capone. Naomi and Moses are well and happy.

The house dogs are well. They held the fort early in the day and enjoyed the yards in the afternoon and evening. The warm weather supports Airedale play nicely. The puppies are as happy as puppies can be. They grin from morning to night, delight in whatever comes their way and can hardly wait to get up to greet each morning. Bedtime comes early and all that shows are their bellies, turned up to the stove in the den as they snooze the night away without a care in the world.

Dinner was light after the large lunch. Lee managed a sandwich while Our Ken ordered bacon and scrambled eggs with parmesan (shared with May), toast and cranberry juice.

Warm weather and happy dogs

2011-11-29T07:34:00.000-04:00

The weather continues to be the news of the week. It is warm. Even cool is acceptable at the end of November but this week it is warm and forecast to continue for another few days at least. The impressive snow of last week is gone and the lawns are green again. The return of the pheasants has happened with Philomena arriving under the chestnut tree on Sunday afternoon. And Our Ken is relieved that a second pair of chickadees has arrived to join the rest of the Hants County birds eating at his feeders. It was a day for the Toyota to go to the city for a quick run (not really) through Costco and on to the Vet clinic for Patti's meds. /The Costco report is that there are 'thousands of wanderers' in every aisle and they are simply standing with glazed expressions, purposefully impeding Our Ken's progress. That rumbling heard throughout the city was not thunder . . . It appears that the unmoving masses not only impeded the forward momentum of the Alpha Male but also had an impact on his shopping skills. If anyone is in the market for white sugar, there is 40 pounds of it at Regalridge. Flour, however, is sadly lacking.

The kennel had a sorting day with Barrett departing at the crack of dawn (or before) and Finn's hero and pal waving good by at suppertime. Finn is despondent. Ruari shrugged. Naomi and Moses are enjoying their turns in the yards and the great weather.

The house dogs are well and happy. Piper is urging Lee on to faster wrapping feats, more Christmas preparation and additional food that should be dropping for her dining pleasure. The puppies are growing and thriving. They are lovely to look at and fun to be around. Gabe wags his entire body - no mean feat in an Airedale puppy. Izzy has the enthusiasm of the young and a look in her eyes that makes you laugh out loud. Breezy is a bit older and just that much more grown up - responsive and delighting in her younger siblings. The weather was so mild that even Billy enjoyed the day - sitting on the top step of Jack's run and surveying the back acreage, the river and fields beyond. Our Billy is a house dog extraordinaire so to see him sunning himself is a rare thing and testament to the perfect weather.

Dinner was grilled beef tenderloin, baked potatoes, sweet onions and mushrooms. Our Ken was a happy boy.

Construction project complete

2011-11-27T08:00:00.000-04:00

It was a day for melting and spring puddles. No need for heavy jackets and Alex was working with Our Ken in his sweater with the sleeves rolled up. There was a bit of a structural failure as a result of snow build up and the reconstruction took the two men much of the day. Both seemed satisfied that all was well as the afternoon started to cast shadows. Having a tall, strong grandson who is handy with a hammer is a good thing. There was lots of activity as Chantelle landed with Clem and an armful of grooming gear. Sir Riley departed with a spiffy new look and Baylee had her spa day as well as her ears put up. She is a beautiful girl - a sister to our Breezy. June arrived for a nice splash in the puddles with Izzy, Gabe and Breezy. There is some question as to who was wettest at the end but the verdict was unanimous that it was not the dogs. Fueling the crowd was Lee's job, taken seriously given the numbers. And Our Ken walked through the kitchen noting "that poor fellow had a bad night" as Dylan sang It Ain't Me Babe on the Bose.

The kennel is buzzing. Barrett and Trebia had a great day in the yard supervising the construction and racing and wooing to support his direction. Capone and Choppa managed number 3 yard, had some good rolls in the snow and enjoying the great day. Moses and Naomi had a good day. Naomi is doing well and seems quite energetic given her advanced years. Ruari and Finn are bright. Ruari is taking his meds with a bit less suspicion than on arrival but it must be a different strategy daily - he's a smart one. Sarah and Lola had a good time in the yard with the snow restricting Sarah's escape plans.

The house dogs are happy and well. Patti had a nice day with Sarah in residence. Piper enjoyed the day in the kitchen as did the Norwich. Abigail had a trim and was not amused. The star of her 'beloved older sister' (Chantelle) plummeted. Clem snoozed the day away - on the biggest bed much to Patti's annoyance. Jessie's little prince is growing and at the point that when the whelping room door is opened, his little face pops up over the edge of the whelping box. And Jessie is already teaching him Agility tricks. Jessie sits on the little bed in the whelping box and the little prince sits up proud and straight parallel to his mother looking straight ahead. It is adorable.

Meals were frequent. There were scones with red and green rock sugar in honour of the season. Then a tomato soup from Our Ken's garden tomatoes, with fresh parm and bacon. There was fresh bread and lots of coffee. And dinner was lamb so all was well in Our Ken's world.

Good weather and a new project

2011-11-26T08:34:00.000-04:00

The weather has returned to it's clement state and the snow is melting. Given that the ground had not frozen, the melting may be a bit slower than might have been expected. Forecast show double digit days early next week with the potential for 10 on the week end as well. It has been a sunny and mild November, almost making up for the wet and cool summer. Thank goodness for the hiatus in France where weather seems always to be perfect. The melting snow on the roof of the kennel brought surprises. The overhang on the East side requires immediate attention so the van meandered off to the welcoming arms of Rona. Alex is setting aside his studies to come out and give Our Ken a hand with the repair project. There was a continuation of the Christmas wrapping project and another foray into the storage room for the glass tree that shines in the kitchen throughout the season.

The kennel is busy. This has been the theme in recent years with folks visiting before Christmas and returning home for the season. Naomi and Moses are in residence and settled. Capine and Chopper have welcomed them. Finn is amazed at all of the ankles that are trotting past his eye level. Barrett arrived with a song for Trebia. The little Cirneco does not like snow so it took Barrett's Woo Woo Woo encouragement to lure her out for the chase. Once there, all was well and the game was on. Little Bella departed with a wave and Lola is considering her options. Ruari and Finn have a little estate built in their pen with blankets, beds and sundry comforts. All is well in their world. Baylee Airedale arrived for a spa day and ear treatment. She is stunning. A sister of Breezy, she is a strapping girl with a head that breeders die to produce. What a lovely Marguerite puppy and what a great job her owners are doing with her.

The house dogs are conflicted. There is snow so it is wet play but warm weather and sun lures them outside. Then there is the fire, dog beds and sun coming through the great room windows. Choices, choices. Patti opts to sleep as long as the correct bed is available to her. Charlotte delights in seconding that particular bed, to torture Patti as much as because she watns it. The little Norwich enjoy one of their little couches and Piper shadows Lee. Marilla and Dolly are restless - it is hunting season and the gunshots are unsettling for these two in particular. Breezy has graduated to the big Airedale pack and is tickled with her upgrade. Still, there is the draw of teh playing puppies and her part in the young Airedale games so the occasional foray into the puppy pen seems somehow necessary to her mental well being. Gabe and Izzy are growing and thriving. They are the sweetest pair of Airedale puppies in a long while - totally taken with each other, never a cross word and with perpetually wagging tails.

Dinner was on the grill - burgers and oven fried potatoes. The accompanimant was an interesting decision. Our Ken was offered potato chips or fries. "Whatever is easiest' was the response. Lee headed to the pantry for the chips only to hear "I guess that would be the fries". Now, consider - opening a chip bag or preparing potatoes, adding the herbs, roasting and finding condiments. Yup, Our Ken must have wrestled a mighty recalcitrant chip bag at soem point in his life to have determined that fries are easier than those challenging potato chips. Dessert was a cupcake, divided, from Margot's birthday party for Lee. Having missed a day or two of blog, the party has missed mention. Our great friend Margot has a birthday celebration for Lee each year - oddly, always at about this time. This year it was (at Lee's choosing) gourment pizza and cupcakes. What a spread! From carbonar to Greek and several kinds in between, champagne (Lee's drink of choice at any occasion) and a tiered plate of candle laden amazing cupcakes. Life doesn't get a lot better than an evening with friends and the perfect food groups.

Record snow after a week of warm weather

2011-11-24T07:34:00.000-04:00

It sure is white. Snow started early in the day and stayed late. Some hours it snowed heavily enough that the flakes were in sheets and accumulation darned impressive. The NS long spring appears to be over. Early on the puppies were impressed but even their enthusiasm waned as the drifts took over the play spaces. Our Ken moved among buildings on the property, having serious discussion with the new snow blower about its lot in life, with the kennel dogs about their luck in being in a lovely warm building and with his birds who appeared ready to move into the kitchen to wait out the weather. Both woodpeckers worked hard at the suet cake, the jays settled in at the feeders and refused to budge, the doves watched balefully from their tree branches and the chickadees were buffeted constantly. Feed aplenty was provided. Early morning it was pointed out that milk was in short supply and it might be wise to walk over to the market - well, that didn't happen. By the time Our Ken meandered across the road, the market alarm was set. After a good chinwag with Billy the Butcher, Our Ken returned with meat and sans milk. That occasioned a trip to the village at the apex of the storm, returning victorious (forgetting it was a trip that didn't have to be made had the saunter to the market occurred on a more timely basis). Victory is such a subjective noun. There was wrapping in the kitchen and another household was finished. Fudge appeared mid-afternoon and that finished up the Calgary box so to the post office it will go.

The kennel dogs were happy to sleep the storm through. Capone and Chopper are short coated and dislike the cold and wet. Their trips outside were truncated. Ruari and Finn were amazed by the snows - it would be Finn's first encounter and once he noticed that Capone didn't like it, he didn't like it either. Little Bella also encountered her first snow and thought it great fun until it was higher than she is. That put paid to snow worship. The Airedales were happy to be inside.

The Regalridge house dogs were bedded by the fire and weren't moving. Patti and Charlotte claimed the big beds, Piper attached to Lee, the Norwich settled on one dog couch and Marilla took the real couch. Dolly had her leather chair and all snoozed happily. Rocky and Billy interchanged - one crated and the other looking for food or assisting Lee in the kitchen, all depending on your perspective. The puppies played in the snow by times but began to find it alarming as their pen disappeared. Jack found a use for the birds since there was a regular path shovelled on his deck. Jessie followed in his footsteps.

Meals were snow day meals. There was homemade chicken soup at lunch. Lee spent much of the day making a sweet dough that was a carrier for her marmalade and cranberries. A cider glaze topped the swirled treats hearkening everyone back to Paris breakfasts. Dinner was pan fried haddock with potato/onion/mushroom, turnip and string beans. Our Ken approved.

Cold days herald a changing season

2011-11-23T08:39:00.000-04:00

Cold but pleasant with some sun heralded another November day. The usual November rains are yet to land and with the high water tables from our wet summer, that isn't a huge issue. This was a day of meetings for Our Ken so off to Truro he goes, taking Betsy for a spin to charge her new battery. Lee managed to look after the kennel, the house and everything in between, perhaps a bit more quietly and with less panache than Our Ken offers but still adding some capability. Some Christmas sorting occurs each day and groupings of gifts are lined to be wrapped and passed out at strategic moments.

The kennel is fine. Chopper and Capone are happy as clams - always a good thing with two boarders from one home. Capone is the 'in charge- kind of guy and Chopper backs him up, going in and out at his will. She does not have the North American woman's sensibilities with respect to following a step behind. Ruari and Finn are well. Finn is separated only to eat his meals and Ruari is glad for the company except at meal time. Pills are being taken happily - cheese seems to be the purveyor of choice. Their big run is suitable for the two little guys, with several blankets, a bed and their regular paraphernalia. Again, Ruari is in charge of this pair but Finn is in charge in his mind. He continues to gaze soulfully at Capone, certain that Heather would agree to add just one more white dog to the household but that Warren might be a stumbling block. Ever pragmatic, he seems to think Chopper can deal for herself. Little Bella is having a great vacation - particularly enjoying hopping in and out between her inside and outside run when the door is opened. She takes it as a high jump, even though she is now tall enough to take it more easily. Watching her little feet launch from a distance back and sail over the doorway is good for a smile several times a day.

The house crew are settled. With the colder weather, there is a sense that all should be inside in front of the fire most of the time. There are a few raised eyebrows at the fact that dog bed covers are being washed so beds are at a premium through the day. The evening situation was grim according to Patti. Two beds were not in play and Charlotte had claimed the big bed early on. That left the couch (a favourite of the Norwich and of Lori) for Patti. She upended the Norwich and claimed the little couch but glared at Charlotte the rest of the evening - to no avail since Charlotte lives on her own planet and is oblivious to the wants and needs of the rest of the crew. There has been no mention of the snow forecast for tomorrow. That will be received with various and sundry thoughts ranging from delight (puppies) to disgust (Patti and Charlotte).

Dinner was late - Our Ken arrived home after 8. Lasagne from Vito's in Moncton was on offer with garlic bread and salad. That worked. And it is on to another day

Cold weather has arrived

2011-11-22T08:37:00.000-04:00

Bright cold days are better than rain and cold so we'll claim this one. And Our Ken continued his winterization of the property. With a forecast for a cold night, the hoses were turned off, the window project assessed - and re-assessed (but not moved forward it seems) and outdoor clean up in full swing. There was a sorting and cleaning of the great room with treasures unearthed that thrilled the Airedales. Lee managed to make a successful foray through the growing paper pile and also to add some forward momentum to the Christmas list. Wrapping is happening and some thought being given to trimming. American thanksgiving is this week, after all. By early afternoon the kitchen was filled. Alex and Sarah were here as was June. June has taken on the task of lead training the youngest members of the Regalridge Airedale crew and is making great progress. The puppies are enjoying the attention and are teaching June many Airedale puppy tricks, in case she was not remembering properly. Coffee and cranberry bread fueled conversation. Piper joined in and approved while May circled the table ensuring everyone was properly corralled. Dinner was followed by the Pittsburgh hockey game - ensuring Mr Crosby acquitted himself in proper Nova Scotian style - he did.

The kennel is settled into a routine. Capone and Chopper are managing the West Side with Capone truly in charge. Finn has determined that trading Ruari in for Capone is a true option and is considering how this might happen without Warren being the wiser. They are both terriers after all and to Finn one terrier is much like another - APBT/Westie - not much difference in Finn's eye but what a hero he could have and how improved could be his swagger with Capone at his side! Ruari simply shakes his Westie head and rolls his eyes. Our Ken has managed to keep Sarah within the confines of the new paddock - much to her disgust and to Our Ken's delight. Jimmy can pat himself on the back - at least so far. Trebia doesn't care as long as she has company. Little Bella is holding forth from her number one position on the East Side and Lola continues to stand amazed at the number of rules and the energy Bella devotes to explaining them.

The house dogs are fine but a bit ticked that the dog bed covers have been washed. In Patti's opinion, that is neither necessary nor an improvement. Now they have to be beat once again into submission, rolled on to get a proper smell and otherwise pummelled and poked prior to being able to rest comfortably. |People do get in the way of a dog's life, it seems. Abigail, as always, enjoyed her time with grandson Alex and Piper turned to mush as she visited with Sarah. Jessie continues to enjoy her puppy and the Airedale puppies are thriving under June's ministrations. Breezy's ears are settling in nicely and she is turning into a lovely adolescent Airedale. Gabe and Izzy/Dory are simply having a wonderful life.

Dinner was chicken pot pie - last week's attempt at this local favourite was thwarted by Marilla. Who knew it was also an Airedale favourite! And life goes on

It bordered on hot in NS today - smiles all around

2011-11-21T08:28:00.000-04:00

It has been a warm and sunny November day - so uncommon for NS in late fall and shortening the short days of our usual rains. The sorting and straightening of the property, the organizing of winter infrastructure and the management of the dogs is made easier when outer garments are at a minimum, gloves unnecessary and there is nary a boot in sight. Our Ken is as content as Our Ken gets with weather and his trail can be tracked by the tools remaining strategically in place throughout the acreage. Have you seen my . . . is heard from throughout the property. Lee managed a bit more paper and looked after Regalridge as Ken found his way to the city with Chantelle for an ATA meeting.

The kennel is busy for September with the regular complement of visitors. Capone and Chopper are having a great time in the big yards and Capone is firmly in charge of the West Side. Ruari and Finn, at the opposite end in the suite, are in awe of the big guys they are sharing the space with and Finn is pretty sure that Capone would make a great addition to their home - he a bit less sure that Chopper needs to accompany him but will reserve final judgement for a few more days. Capone fits the theme of 'white dog' so would be an interesting addition and one Warren would find a new challenge. Ruari demurs. Little Bella remains ensconced on the East facing side, is small but mighty and the foil for Lola who feels somehow that little thing should not have the power she seems to possess. Sarah hasn't managed an escape in days and is frustrated by Our Ken's sharp eye and consistent management - knowing Our Ken, this too shall pass.

The house dogs are well. With only Lee in residence much of the day, it was a settling of the Airedales that occurred. The puppies had a good play while the adults found beds and refused to stay outside. The television was on, the beds were soft and all were interested in the musings of the new Premier of Alberta as told to Peter Mansbridge. She has no idea that an Airedale audience held in thrall is a huge accomplishment. Breezy had her ears taken down for a week or so and all is well to this point. She is a delightful puppy, bright and happy with a devotion to the adults that is touching. The younger Airedales are just outstanding - incredible conformation, full of a joy for life and tickled with all the world has on offer. Jessie's one little puppy is growing and has had his one month birthday. Time flies. Jessie notes that he is getting bigger - we are uncertain whether she recognizes that being broader than he is long may not be a goal that all concur is a good thing. She is not ready, yet, to have him separated from her so another week in the whelping room seems to be best for all.

Dinner was a winter meal of spaghetti (highly praised by Our Ken), garlic bread and a light fruit dessert. And it is on to the week ahead.

Warm sunny days in November are a true blessing

2011-11-20T08:25:00.000-04:00

Life continues at Regalridge with a week of sunny days, warm weather and happy dogs. Without a line on Our Ken, it is impossible to predict his whereabouts, his timing or his movements on the property. The mantra is 'so much to get done' and it seems to be recounted each time that flash of orange vest makes its way through the hall. Rumour has it that Phil was here to pick up some unused shingles (do you suppose the roofing project is truly done?!) and that the garage sorting is underway. The Toyota made its way in country fashion for its inspection. That entails Our Ken driving 'up the road' to Leblanc's, Mr Leblanc driving him home and then bringing the car back with Our Ken returning him to his house. It is an interesting process but one that occurs not infrequently. You have to love country living. Lee has moved on to Christmas mode. Wrapping is underway with Calgary now complete to join the Woodstock check list. Shopping is almost complete. Today the Christmas Tree dishes were unpacked and brought into play with the filing of the Noritake flowers until spring. And, no. the Spode doesn't stay out until spring (although that might tickle Lee) there is a winter plaid that brightens the table until the snowdrops appear under the oak tree. Finally there was the wrestle with the new heated bedding purchased by Our Ken, of course. A long, long time later, no success has been had by Lee so the engineer among us will have to come to the rescue.

The kennel is reasonably busy. Chopper and Capone are in residence and well mannered. Capone shares his thoughts on most comings and goings, keeping everyone up to date on the happenings on the West Side (of the building). Ruari and Finn are in awe of the big dogs down the hall, Finn echoing Capone's vocal stylings just to see if he can sound anywhere near as impressive. Ruari shakes his head. Bella is managing the East Side, urging Lola to keep up as she heralds the day, the noon hour, the afternoon, the dinner hour, the evening bell and all in between. Sarah is confined to barracks and allowed out in the big yards only under Our Ken's direct supervision. That has taken away her construction ability and she is plotting revenge on Our Ken. It will be an interesting week. Trebia awaits Sarah's plot as sidekick-in-residence.

The house crew are themselves. Patti is thriving and Little May is enjoying her grilled burgers interspersed with asiago topped senior food (occasionally palatable but other times only fit to have the topping licked off). Billy and Rocky have come to a reasonable understanding and one or the other can be loose in the den to enjoy the pleasures of the kitchen. Both love to help Lee, particularly sensitive to the dropping of any and all food that needs immediately and with dispatch to be cleaned. Of course, the Norwich have to be trod on to accomplish that work but the Airedale boys simply ignore that little set of obstacles in their zeal to be helpful.

Dinner heralded the Christmas season with a splash. There was grilled rib steak, mushrooms and caramelized onion, turnip and string beans, baked potatoes and brownies with ice cream and caramel sauce. And tomorrow is coming.

Great Novemer weather shortens the on coming winter

2011-11-19T08:33:00.001-04:00

Life moves along at Regalridge. Our Ken keeps busy with the dogs and Lee battles paper while rustling Airedales in the kitchen. Christmas is surrounding the kennel with everything from Sirius radio to every television commercial extolling the virtues of the season. Our Ken has his nose in the Lee Valley catalogue and while there may be something in it that he is not desperately in need of, it doesn't seem that way as he circles, circles, circles. And according to the television, life cannot not be considered a success without a new Kia - who knew? - well, maybe Tony but he was keeping it a secret. And speaking of Tony - there is a less well kept secret and a rumour that Miss Avalon is now Princess Champion Avalon-In-Charge-Of-Everything. Wonderful news. Our Ken continues to cultivate - this time his winter birds. There are Blue Jays in double digits, Mourning Doves that are tilting toward the hundreds and two Chickadees. The Woodpeckers have returned in two sizes and Linda's gift to Ken of a bird bath is proudly displayed under the naked chestnut tree. The squirrels are in residence, of course, and the battles between the little rodents and the Jays are a sight to behold. The sides are well matched so it is never a given as to outcome. Occasionally the Crows reinforce the Jays, leaving the battles somewhat lop sided but even more amusing. A bag of corn from the market across the road has proven wildly popular - there is no doubt a winter load of corn to be delivered soon. And post-Paris, the report on the scythe is that Our Ken knows not how he has survived this long without this handy curved weapon. The gardens have, apparently, benefited greatly.

Little Bella is managing her side of the kennel with little-Bella aplomb. Nobody is stepping out of line. Sarah is sulking and Lola is considering her options. Trebia would like to know what we have done with her boyfriend. Capone and Chopper arrived with their special diets and biog smiles. They are in splendid isolation on the west side of the building and are enjoying their palatial digs. Ruari and Finn arrived - accompanied by their older brother who declined the opportunity to stay with them for the three weeks. Perhaps if Warren had sent along his food? Both are settled, Ruari with his yogourt augmented by Ken's cheese to mask his meds. Good thing his Terrierness is easily convinced.

The house dogs are well. Little May carries on, fueled by Our Ken's grilled burgers - this week lean ground beef from the market. there is an occasional foray into a dish of dog food if adequately jazzed up with grated Asiago. Abigail watches these machinations with a jaundiced eye. The two Laurel puppies are adorable. Gabe (named by Our Andie) is one of the most impressive male puppies we have had and is a true personality. There is a ready glint in his eye, a wagging tail and a slapping paw, urging us on to better games. Izzy (Andie again), his sainted sister, is the smartest of the three puppies and an absolute delight. Her tail is never down, even with its impressive length. They are the best of friends and let others into their pack with the acknowledgement that it is a privilege. Breezy is the elder statesman of the puppy crowd, teaches the younger ones all she learns and continues her education in the company of Marguerite - likely an error on our part! She is the voice of enthusiasm and immediacy. When a Breezy moment occurs, all are aware - she lets her thoughts be known and expects remediation - then. She is the morning alarm, the dinner bell and the harbinger of bedtime. And somehow she has managed to occupy two crates - one is her 'eating crate', requiring its occupant to run in and out of its door until food appears. Her enthusiasm is second only to her vocal entreaties. There is a leap into the crate, a swing and turn, a moment of an enquiring look and head sticking out of the open door then a bound out, all to be repeated until food appears. Would that we all had that combination of energy, determination and assurance that our wishes would always be acceded to.

Dinner was a regional affair. There was fresh salmon in steak form, pan fried to perfection and very tasty. Local potatoes were riced and accompanied local turnip and Our Ken's squash. Brownies were available in abundance and fresh local pears are fabulous here in the fall. A nice Riesling helped everything. And life goes on

Improved weather heralds mid-November days

2011-11-13T08:35:00.000-04:00

All is well at Regalridge. With Tom in residence and Chantelle with her hands full in the kennel, Tom was convinced that viewing Airedales in the rings in NB was to be a good day's entertainment. Given that he had just climbed out of his vehicle after a 12 + hour drive, he was a good sport and cheerfully drove the several hours back to Moncton. It was a pleasure to watch the Airedales in Moncton. All acquitted themselves well, all looked great and all owners looked darned proud of Logan, Bella and Avalon. Logan went on to a group placing, adding to his point standing as Canada's number one Airedale and one of the country's top Terriers. Not to be outdone, word was received that professional handler Darrell Cole piloted Ch Regalridge Henry the Navigator to a Group first in his native province. Of course, the distraction of handling a strong that included a Pekingese with the attendant grooming would have distracted even this most seasoned of handlers so it is understandable that greater wins were not to be for the Prince. Email was received from the far West with a great image of Mr Simon guarding the West Coast beaches with Airedale style and grace. And from the East Coast, an acrylic painting of Piper in PEI hanging in the Confederation Gallery as part of a new exhibit. Post-show the Regalridge crew moved on to Jean's for an early dinner with Tom and then it was on to Belnan. The remainder of the evening was spent going over puppies on the table, setting ears and enjoying the dogs. Chantelle (bless her) had left a happy family of fed and exercised dogs so all was quickly put to bed.

The kennel is reasonably busy. Miss Ginger was packed and ready to leave with Tom at his earliest convenience although she was somewaht concerned that it could mean missing a meal and while she does care deeply for him, there are practical considerations to be taken into account. Sir Tip has his side of the kennel firmly in his grasp, is sitting atop his palace and enjoying the view. His little foot is tapping, though, with an eye on the calendar and an expectation that his family will surface before Ginger departs since an Airedale should never be able to one up a JRT. Charlie Airedale shakes his head as he surveys all of the angst around him. His sole preoccupation is having a good time and there is nothing better than to have a few other Airedales in a yard to chase and with whom he can play Airedale games. Sarah likes Charlie and will be sad to see him leave. Little Bella is working herself up to rule her domain. Ginger thought she might be an interesting acquaintance and roared down for a little visit outside Bella's outside run. Bella said hello - with a leap and snap - as Ginger's beard and wagging tail got a little too close. Apparently there are perimeter rules in the little one's rulebook. The Schenk crowd is settled nicely. A bit quieter than usual, all seem to be somewhat more reflective than is usual.

The house dogs are well and happy. Piper was not thrilled to realize that Lee was leaving for the day but was delighted to see her return. Many of the rest missed the fact that anyone was gone - they had Chantelle to torture after all. Dover is settled nicely with the other two Norwich and sorting out her environs quite nicely. Considering her advanced age, she is doing remarkably well. After the rains of the previous day, the bright sun made up for the cold winds of November so there were few complaints from the house dogs as they found sheltered areas in which to play the Airedale games.

Dinner in Moncton was varied and good with the seafood chowder proclaimed the top pick by both tom and Our Ken. Jimmy kept Ken company with dessert and all was well in Our Ken's world.

November brings warm weather

2011-11-11T09:12:00.000-04:00

It has been a busy week. Lee found her way to Moncton for meetings on the week end, spoke on various topics on several occasions for the CKC and found her way back to Regalridge by Sunday night (late). Our Ken held the fort ably assisted by Chantelle who was in residence through the days with her revolving gate of grooming friends. It is the time of year to put the gardens to bed, to sort out the yards in preparation for winter and to batten the proverbial hatches. The dogs are, of course, ably assisting the outdoor projects, white hats poised and polished. And it was on to Monday, the day of Our Ken's move to yet another decade of a great life. Lee had organized a little get together and as icing on the cake, Reg flew home form Calgary. There were 25 for dinner with a brother, sister-in-law, children, grand children and friends in great supply. Ken was delighted with the party, with the phone calls received through the evening from those who were unable to be here in person and with the celebration of this rite of passage. Then it was on to Toronto for Lee with a return home late Thursday night. Flights to and from Halifax are full with no available seats on planes. The economy seems to be strong based on the activity level of the airports. June made a trip out to work with the puppies. Great progress has been made due to her ministrations and little Airedale feet are now comfortably walking forward on show leads, enjoying her support and attention. Weather has been fabulous - sunny and warm so few complaints are heard as everyone takes advantage of these days before the onset of the usual cold, wet November days common to the East Coast.

The kennel has been moving forward easily. Miss ginger is packing her bags, having heard that Tom has finally found a map that will bring him to NS. The humming of America the Beautiful is heard throughout the kennel. The Terriers of Schenkville are in residence for a few days - Dover happily bonding with Abigail and May and the others settled nicely in the kennel. Lucy is in residence and sharing her thoughts. Little Bella has settled in and is in charge in her own mind. Sir Tip and his palace have migrated to Regalridge and Ken has dubbed him Toothy - a little fellow full of his own self and with significant opinions about just about any topic. He, too, must watch a great deal of BBC or CNN at home and feels free to share that knowledge with all who will listen in hi unassuming and targeted way.

The house crew are well ands happy. Piper was tickled to see Lee's suitcase enter the house and very unhappy to see it leave, mirroring Our Ken's feelings exactly. May is doing much better, has her food preferences firmly fixed and seems to have rebounded significantly. Every day is a blessing. The puppies are thriving. Their eyes are gleaming, their tails always in motion and the world is their oyster.

Beyond the birthday party, meals have been concocted by Our Ken - enough said.

Fall is a lovely season in Nova Scotia

2011-11-04T08:30:00.000-03:00

The wonderful weather continues and outdoor chores remain a pleasure. Bulbs are being put into peat moss, gardens tidied and painting continues. Jonathan is hard at work putting the finishing touches on the miles of picket fence in and around the Regalridge compound. Our Ken has to be lassoed and hauled in for any reason that requires his presence. Heralding his interest in a meal, he is then gone once again, not to reappear for hours, again noting that he is hungry and seeming surprised at the fact. Dawn was here for a visit with Logan and an assignation with Sarah. Sarah was herself but that didn't deter Mr Logan who had started to woo hoo in his crate as they passed the Superstore. By the time the Regalridge gates were reached, there was all out cacophony in the Tuftmobile. Christmas wrapping was begun since there will be many and various absences over the next couple of months. Woodstock is complete and Lee has her eye on Alberta. Much shopping has occurred over the year so adding paper, tags and bows remains. The builder was here (of course) to replace a window pane that didn't survive the initial install and to install a recalcitrant door. The turkey will soon be ordered.

The kennel is ticking along. Bailey departed with a wag and promise to return soon. Charlie Airedale is in residence and enjoying the company of Lola and Sarah. He does love a harem. Reinforcements are planned for the week end.

The house crew is happy. Everyone is home, the routine is fixed and the weather clement. Piper is happily looking out the window at the warm and sunny days - she prefers that to looking out the window at rain but, of course, spends virtually no time outside regardless of what she sees. May and Abigail are enjoying their beds and spreading their joy of life around by taking the bed immediately before an Airedale touches down in the same spot. As always, the tolerant Airedale moves on. The only thing that would improve their circumstances would be for their beloved older sister to be in residence so they could assist her in carrying her parade upstairs. Jessie is doing just fine with her precious puppy. He rolls and occasionally shares his thoughts. Jessie has him on a sheepskin mat and pulls it around the whelping box - an improvement over picking him up in her mouth to move him where she feels he should be at any given time. Mid-evening Lee happened upon the CBC documentary 1 Day. What a fabulous piece of journalism. Holding the Regalridge imagination and attention for the remainder of the evening, it is a highly recommended piece. In the course of the program, there was a short rendition from Newfoundland perhaps of Oh Canada on oboe and clarinet. Very well played, it was particularly enjoyed by the baby Airedales. The sounds that came out of them as they emulated the oboe were beyond anything heard from an Airedale in the Regalridge decades of breeding. The older dogs didn't bat an eye. The people in residence were highly amused and entertained.

Dinner was grilled beef tenderloin, potatoes, asparagus, mushrooms and sweet onion. There were poached blueberries over ice cream and meringue with a caramel sauce. A caramel apple liquor helped wash everything down nicely. And we move on . . .

The year's best weather

2011-11-03T08:32:00.000-03:00

The weather is, in a word, perfect. Warm, sunny and a great extension of a fall that somewhat made up for the wet summer. Jonathan is painting up a storm with Our Ken keeping a close eye on all activity. The Airedale girls are considering racing stripes, craning their necks to see what the men are up to. Our Ken is putting his gardens to bed, sorting stems from bulbs, banking beds and putting the property in order. The odd squash continues to be discovered and there were even tomatoes proudly displayed yet again. Lobbying for fried green tomatoes is at an all time high and may just have to be acquiesced to soon. There was a Newfoundland phone call placed to catch up on all things Eastern and continued tries to Massachusetts - still no power in Monson and wondering Canadians who cannot imagine that the efficient Americans can't fix a little power outage over a five day period. Susan's usual effective ability to express her opinion must be waning. And the weekly spin through the property took place this morning with Trebia proudly treeing the resident squirrel. Her next move was to climb the tree - a dismal failure but full of enthusiasm and 'yes I can-ness'. Mr squirrel encouraged her attempts with a trilling vocal medley, percussion provided by his snapping tail. Our Ken came to collect her, spoiling the family fun.

The kennel is just fine. Old Bailey has whipped Jonathan into shape, ensuring that he understands her routine, her requirements and her proclivities. Charlie is in residence from Moncton and happy to be reunited with Lola. Sarah has joined that combination and all are happily playing Airedale games in the big yards.

The house crew is thriving. And it was a day of Lee putting the dogs out and the men letting them in - often within seconds. The Airedales think that is a delightful game, offering the opportunity to mill at the door, bark their orders and inclinations and then be rewarded by doing it all again - and again, and again. Had there been an auction site for spare males, both Ken and Jonathan would have been on it by mid-morning.

Dinner was geared to May. Our Ken grilled burgers. There were oven potatoes and lots of 'fixins'. That seems to work once every couple of weeks. And it will be back to cooking for Lee . . .

Indian summer has arrived

2011-11-02T08:51:00.000-03:00

Regalridge is back to normal. Lee and Ken are returned home from the sunny south, Chantelle is repatriated to Kennetcook and all is well. |Today's forecast is 12 degrees (mid-fifties for our American audience) and sunny. Indian summer is in full swing. There were many adventures in Virginia. Wicked was finishing a run at the Richmond theatre so Ken, Lee and Linda managed to find orchestra seats for the last performance. It was a fabulous production with that beautiful old building a perfect backdrop for its special effects. In direct contrast to the smooth touring company, an evening was spent at the Gospel Chicken House. From the Chicken House band (replete with brass section and percussion that included a washboard and a metal tub with what appeared to be a broom handle and perhaps confederate flag) to the Carter family it was a more than memorable southern experience. Special mention must be made of the NS connection. Linda is a great friend of the chicken House co-ordinator and driving force. She was aware that there were NS visitors and on that evening the Nova Scotians happened to be the folks from the longest distance so were honoured with a round of applause that Lee may one day recover from. Prior to that, however, one of the brothers in the band loped over to shake our hands and extol the virtues of the fair province. He had returned that day from Halifax and a cruise. There were perhaps 200 people in attendance - what were the chances of that. On the return to the north, at the end of October, the dahlias were still blooming, tomatoes were still alive on the vines and no heavy frost had yet occurred, a highly unusual occurrence for NS in late October. With the advent of November, the frost did arrive and the flowers have now gone for another season but a few that were cut are still bright in the kitchen vases. And on a more startling note, there has been a dreadful storm in New England that has devastated Hartford and area. Our friends have had no power for four days and counting. This would be challenging enough but it is compounded by the fact that this is the same area so heavily ravaged by the summer's tornado. Our thoughts and prayers are with everyone for the best possible outcome.

The kennel is quiet and settled. Ginger is in residence from Hartford, here for an assignation with Logan. With the travel situation, it was determined that a little repacking would facilitate Ginger's voyage so there were lots of trips to the city and progesterone testing supported her breeding last evening. Wonderful news on reproduction. Our Vet has now developed a relationship that allows for testing to be carried out 6 days a week and, if blood is ready before 10 am, same day results. Life has moved forward in a quantum leap. Sarah is watching this process with some interest. Perhaps she will agree to being a bit more amenable in 2012. Old Bailey is here for a few days, settled in and providing direction. Trebia waved farewell to Barrett earlier in the week and is settling herself for a period of Barrett-lessness.

The house crew are sorry that Chantelle is gone- after all, it is always a party with Chantelle in residence. But like children being moved from a diet of candy to balanced meals, they have responded to the return of the adults. Piper and Lori are back in the house. Dolly has been to see Dr Carnegy, has been spayed and is feeling fabulous two days later. She did return ( 8 hours later) from the clinic as a new dog and had to be validated by every dog in the house before acceptance of her august presence could be provided. Margot and Margaret were in charge of little May for the trip duration. May thrived under the city-folk care, learned that she loves veal patties and other delicacies and came home with a little extra weight. Since that time, her appetite has improved and the little Norwich that perhaps was leaving us is returned. She now runs, is eating much better and is much brighter. Whatever time we have left with her is to be time with a good quality of life for another while and everyone is relieved. Margot has worked miracles. Jessie has had her litter of one puppy - a boy. He is a well cared for little fellow and appears to believe that square is a lovely look for a Welsh. Jessie is very proud. There are two Airedale puppies still in residence from Laurel's litter - beautiful puppies, now well trimmed by Our Ken and impressive. Perhaps most impressive of all, they are housebroken.

Dinner was a celebration of Logan's most recent Best In Show in PEI. There was champagne to support Dawn's arrival and a decent meal of grilled chicken, riced potatoes, squash from the garden, asparagus and a dessert of pears poached in a vanilla syrup over vanilla ice cream and meringue with a caramel sauce. There is none left. And we look froward to the day

rain and perparations

2011-10-02T08:12:00.000-03:00

The busy days of trip organizing are upon us. Lee spent the day battling the city elements. Working through appointments and the hunting and gathering raid, the banking and the vet visit just to let them know that their revenue stream would be taking a dip. Patti's meds were replenished and Einstein's special cat food is topped up. Calling the clinic was an adventure. The usual 'Hi, it's Lee' didn't work - odd, Lee thought. Last name was offered and a request that the Patti meds be put together. ' You do not have a file' here came the response. Ummm try Regalridge Lee offered. Nothing was the reply. Hmmm - not likely it's under Ken since he thinks the Clinic is a charity . . . Not sure where to go with this and hearing a bit of exasperation, Lee queried, would there be anyone else working that might be able to help. And amid much hilarity, Miss Jenn came on the line to say 'Yes, you are really a client here, we love you best and you are under "Lee" of course. Mollified, the less than charitable thought of nevcr again delivering baking went by the wayside. At the initial appointment, there was a gathering at the desk on check out. One of the young women was getting a puppy and Lee's input was required. A half hour later, the escape to the van was accomplished. And on to Costco where the masses had gathered. Assuming that there was a significant saving to be had in some corner, Lee explored and turned over every item only to be told that it was rain that had driven the entire city into the one building. Amazing thought the country person as she stood in line with several thousand of her closest friends, waiting to turn over copious amounts of money to the wholesale giant. And on to Joseph who regaled her with tales of the upcoming nuptials of his neighbour - there will be a lock down fit for a queen and filming of the blessed event that includes Halifax's favourite florist. Our Ken departed the property |(in Chantelle's vehicle - better to keep her nailed down) and returned with lunch plunder, his contribution to the day.

The kennel ticks along. Mr Riley has a new haircut and is justifiably proud. Chantelle' offered that Welsh kisses and a day in the grooming room make the cares of the week evaporate. Ceilidh is thriving and spent much of the day watching the coming and going in the kennel on a rainy Saturday. Lucky Lab had a little spin with the Airedales and enjoyed the company, between rain drops. Poe arrived for a long stay and settled in as Poe does. The Regalridge girls are grouped in common misery in the kennel, in season and affronted by their banishment from the house. There will be words.

The house dogs are well but not amused by the water falling from the sky. The couches were replete with Airedales, Jack and Paula snoozed and the Norwich looked for trouble under every bed. Little was to be found except the odd chase of Chantelle's ankles as she passed through.

dinner = lasagne, grilled bread and pumpkin pie. Sufficient unto the day . . .

Fabulous weather and construction continues

2011-10-01T08:12:00.000-03:00

Between construction and organization, the blog has taken a short hiatus. Some day there will be no major construction project occurring at Regalridge. Our Ken promises that future. Silly Lee thought things had stopped at the end of this week. Apparently not. Trip organization is a major undertaking with hunting and gathering occurring to shore up supplies for the weeks away. There will be sufficient dog food to create a run on it in the Halifax area. Maps are packed and files made. Linda advises that weather in Virginia is cooling in anticipation of the arrival of the northern contingent.

The kennel is full of Regalridge girls and Piper is leading an uprising. To say that she is not impressed may be the annual understatement. Riley, on the other hand, is in ecstasy. He communes with each of the girls, offers his best Welsh wag and bow and is thoroughly enjoying the company. Ceilidh is doing well in her Wheaten way. Lucky Lab has met and is enjoying Rocky and Marilla. He enjoyed their company and is very collegial.

The weather has been fabulous and the house dogs are highly resentful of those construction vehicles in the driveway. When the vote is taken next year for projects, there is a suspicion that Our Ken will be absent and his vote given to Piper or Marilla. Clem was in residence until last evening (late) when Chantelle blew through and collected her tribe. Prior to that, Clem led the ins and outs, ran into every truck on the property with a highly insulted 'hmph' emitted each time. And since Our Ken was painting the pickets, she went home with racing stripes - zebra-ish in her own way. Could be a whole new concept. Lee is considering blue - perhaps Scout would like that while Chantelle is away. And of course, the Welsh girls were in residence. Jessie is well and truly pregnant and mellow for a girl named Jessie. However, Viola has picked up the mantle and shared her thoughts freely. Not a bad thing she is going to Montgomery with Chantelle. The puppies are well and happy. To this point with the good weather they have had long days outside on their deck. Many games have been developed and tested, several making the grade and resurfacing on an hourly basis. They get cuter by the day and have a zest for life that perhaps is able to be patterned by the rest of the population.

Dinner on this night was back ribs with scalloped potatoes, fried peaches and asparagus. A favourite of Our Ken that brought minor accolades - those who know him can fill in that blank. Dinner the evening before was fried ham with potato scallop, fried apples picked that afternoon from the Regalridge orchard, fried green tomatoes and squash from the garden. Darrell's favourite Regalridge meal. There was home made ice cream and the ubiquitous squares.

Sun, cool nights and green grass Regalridge is lovley in the fall

2011-09-28T07:56:00.000-03:00

Organization is moving forward and all is well. Our Ken had a meeting in Tatamagouche so was off early and home late evening. The report was that the drive is beautiful now with leaves turning, warm days and a cool evening. The requisite deer was spotted on the roadside so all is well with the wildlife population. Lee spent the day communing with her computer, shoring up the CKC's fortunes and working on trip reservations. All has been finalized that needs to be finalized. Then it was on to the HKC meeting and home by late evening. Jonathan held the fort in fine style and all was well in the dogs' world.

The kennel is full of Regalridge girls in season. The females have decided that everyone should enjoy the time together so Piper, Lori, Marguerite and Trebia are side by each and unhappy together. There will be payback. Lucy is in residence and keeping an eye on her arch enemies - that would be any other Airedale girl in the world. Riley is holding the fort on the Regalridge side and has a heavy workload being in charge of all of the Regalridge girls. Ceilidh is enjoying her vacation, keeping track of all of the comings and goings and storing up stories to tell André on his return.

The housedog number have diminished. Dolly has put her name on the leather chair and settled in for the winter. Heaven help any who look at it longingly - that would include Our Ken. All are chased off in dolly style. Patti is happy as long as Jonathan is here. His days off are her nemesis and she mopes. Charlotte was so worn out that she could hardly lift her head by the time Lee returned from the city. Jonathan is a good ball player and Charlottte is homing his skills at every opportunity. Rocky is himself and happy with his routine as is Billy. The only fly in the ointment is the roofers who have morphed into carpenters. Window replacement anywhere but at Regalridge is an easy process. With a two hundred year old house with additions, not so much. The bedroom is complete, the whelping room has a lovely new window that was mismeasured so did not fit and was replaced of necessity since the old window and frame had been removed. One left in the east side and the pantry - oh my.

Dinner without Our Ken did not happen. And we are on to mid-week.

Great weather and car trips -

2011-09-27T07:36:00.000-03:00

Planning has begun for the annual fall Southern pilgrimage. There will be puppies departing, Lee and Ken off to Southern climes and a good visit in Virginia. There will be a stop for the Terrier Specialty at Montgomery County Pennsylvania and visits with friends only seen once a year. So we plan. There are appointments to be made, hunting and gathering to happen, orders to be placed and meetings to be attended. There is paperwork to finalize and sorting to happen. Lee made it to the city to sort through paperwork and bring folks up to date on CKC changes. And, of course, all of this is done skirting the carpenters. Windows are being replaced - some easily and others with rebuilding that will constitute a new house in the end. The turkey has been ordered. Our Ken managed to keep busy and factored in a health board meeting. A visit to Truro is never a bad thing according to the alpha male.

The kennel is busy enough. Lucy is in residence and manages her yard in splendid isolation. Riley is enjoying his vacation and has had lots of exercise. Ceilidh the Wheaten arrived and has settled in easily. And the rest are in season so not amused by their exile to the kennel. Piper is plotting and Lori is abetting. Trebia says that Barrett can visit any time.

The house crew are not impressed with the return of the carpenters. The blocking of the big yard during these last great days of weather is simply not on according to Charlotte the outdoor dog. The older puppies shrug. They enjoy their pen through the day, up close to the carpenters as they climb ladders and go in and out of the house. Both will have their apprentice papers by the end of this project. The baby puppies are doing very well. They are growing, learning lots of new skills on a daily basis and are bright eyed early morning, tired and happy mid-evening.

Dinner was Lee's spaghetti - Our Ken was happy. Home made grapenut ice cream and squares finished off a fall meal. And we look forward to tomorrow.

Humid and sun

2011-09-26T07:39:00.000-03:00

There is a rumour that fall has arrived. The memo did not get to the weather gods here in NS. It was hot and humid on this sunny day and the air conditioning called the names of most of the house dogs. Considering the activity level, that was not a bad thing. While the early part of the day was spent on puppy paperwork, the pace quickly built. Janet, her niece, Piper and Abigail arrived from PEI. While Piper visited with the Regalridge Airedales, the PEI contingent and Lee went to the nursing home to visit with Shelagh. Abigail Australian was Shelagh's favourite of her dogs at the time of her stroke. Shelagh alternately laughed and was teary as she examined Abby. The little one, true to her breed, explored the room, charmed the staff and gave kisses freely. She settled on Shelagh's bed as had been done when Tatamagouche was the residence. Janet and Lee were agreed that Abigail remembered. She is, however, firmly and without questions Janet's dog and delights in her Island life. Piper managed beautifully at Regalridge, enjoyed a run around the big front yard with his relatives and was ready to leave when everyone returned. Knowing where Abigail is and being able to put a face to the name and stories Lee tells is a plus for Shelagh - something to be able to think about and settle in her mind. We are all grateful that the voyage to the mainland was able to be made. Then it was on to more PEI visitors as the folks came to collect their puppy. The little fellow departed, tucked happily in the arms of a wonderful little 10 year old boy. His smile would easily light up the city. There is no question the two will be fast friends. This visit was followed be a tour of the property by the young woman who will be helping look after Regalridge for a week in October. She is a well experienced dog person, having worked in a kennel, vet clinics and now in a training facility. The dogs will no doubt benefit. By early evening flowers were brought into the house and dinner contemplated. There are still gardens full of glads, dahlias, pansies and begonias, unusual at this time of year when frost has almost always occurred long since.

The kennel was also busy. The two great Siberians departed with a wave and wag of those impressive tails. Kody golden bowed and left late afternoon. That leaves Miss Lucy in residence, eyeing the Airedale girls for a playmate. Dewey and Savannah both had haircuts and look mighty fine as they await their owners' return. Chantelle whipped through the kennel, finishing up her trimming commitments and flying out the gate, minus her sweater, to get to the office to tidy up some files. Rest is not in her repertoire. Mr Riley is in charge, enjoying the vacation activity level, exercising and surprised to see Melissa. His little brain was working overtime assuring himself that he really is at camp and not at Fetch.

The house dogs watched in amazement as the gates opened and closed. Dolly decided that the leather chair in front of the air conditioning vent was the best bet for the day and parked. That suited her just fine. Patti claimed a bed and rose only to check out any visitor under the age of 40. Chantelle didn't count in that number. Melissa was approved, Marguerite was in until she couldn't stand the activity level any longer and attempted to join the outside party in the yard - through the window. She moved to the kennel. Jack and Paula kept the back yard in order, watching the apples fall from the trees and keeping a close eye on the river. The puppies thrive. The older two are growing and having a whale of a time. For the evening they were offered the run of the big yard with the older dogs. That thrilled them and there was a ramping up of the activity level to the delight of Charlotte. The young babies see their number dwindling. Their response - more food for those left! They are a happy lot with that glint in the eye that tells of mischief to come.

Dinner actually landed on the table - amazing. Grilled steak was accompanied by sweet onions and portabellos, baked sweet potatoes and chocolate squares. Our Ken was sated. And life goes on

To Digby To Digby to find a fat - scallop!

2011-09-25T08:17:00.000-03:00

Thee rains came. And the van left Regalridge for parts south west. It was a day to visit with Bob and Luella, for Our Ken to get a better sense of Bob's progress and to offer words of encouragement (that would be lecture number 46). To the delight of all, Bob decided that he could go out for lunch in the town and then encouraged a visit to the lake. Up for seven hours, alert and engaged, it is very evident that healing has begun in earnest and the benefits are now showing. Rascal doesn't leave his side for long and even when required to move, keeps a close eye on his favourite person. Lunch in Digby included scallops and lobster and was not a challenge to choke down. Chantelle held the fort, trimmed dogs, escorted visitors and sorted out the crew. She was a wet puppy when the Regalridge-mobile returned mid-evening.

The kennel is relatively busy for the week end. Two lovely Siberians arrived early and settled in nicely. They are lovely dogs, well mannered and happy to have a short vacation. Kobe Golden arrived for a last minute stay and is his usual happy Retriever self. The little Welsh are impressed that there is an increase in activity, have the beginnings of their fall 'look' and will be tidied up tomorrow. Little Megan was through the revolving door, had her hair cut and has returned home. Riley Welsh is having a ball. He loves the big yard, loves the heightened activity and is in charge - of what we aren't quite sure but he is in charge.

The house dogs were happy to have Chantelle in residence. Clem accompanied her and gave the puppies lots of good advice. One puppy departed for her new home and was welcomed by a well experienced Airedale family. May enjoyed a game of bite at Chantelle's heels with Abigail as her stalwart back up. Patti is well and happy, eating and active. The older puppies continue to develop, have moved to adult food and are enjoying life. The younger family is poised to leave the nest, bright and active at this milestone in their lives.

Dinner was Swiss Chalet chicken - it made May very happy.

Dinner for ten and roofers - oh my!

2011-09-23T08:28:00.000-03:00

It was a busy day, even by Regalridge standards. With a less than early morning start, Our Ken opened the gates to - you guesses it - the roofers. It was 8:00 and they must have been dreaming of Christmas turkey. Up went the ladders, in came the extension cords and the game was on. On this day, it was the replacement of bedroom windows - who knew there was a building on the west side of the house that could be viewed from upstairs. It took na full day, of course, even though these are inserts. The builder who did windows when teh property was purchased appeared to consider airspace around windows a bonus and the water that entered that airspace even more beneficial. Lots of replacement wood and shingle has now upgraded the situation. More fun will be had tomorrow. With the advent of the roofers, there was Our Ken's list to be completed so it was parsed and Lee was sent to the city to hunt and gather. The van came home heavier with dog food jockeying for space with fruit and veg from Costco. And with 8 Currens coming for dinner, that was only a start. Our Ken dug in the garden, bringin up potatoes and proudly carrying in the evening's squash. Stay with me here - there were roofers, there was gardening, there was a trip to the city, the dogs are in resdience and Lee had 10 people to be fed. Some consideration was given A & W and if there had been any menu item that didn't look like fast food . . .

The kennel is doing well. Dewey and Savannah are thoroughly enjoying their vacation, taking full advantage of the big yard and their place of importance. The usual inhabitants are well and enjoying the great weather.

The house dogs are delighted with the weather and less delighted by their roofing pals arrival. That means gates are open and dogs are confined to barracks. Marilla has thoughts on that. Billy yodelled his way to the point that he was exiled to Jack's run - he has eyeballed the roof and is darned sure there is nothing left to be added. Rocky moved happily to the west yard and the older puppies watched in amazement as the men levitated up the side of the house. They have ordered wings for Christmas. The baby puppies are well and happy. Their growth at this age is amazing and their joy with all that they behold is delightful. There is nothing much more fun than a litter of puppies.

Dinner was large. There was grilled beef tenderloin and grilled Coho salmon with lime butter. There were new potatoes, squash from the garden, fresh green beans and a tomato casserole. There was grilled pineapple and grilled Naan. And there were two crisps- peach adn apple from our trees. There were cappucinos and coffees and lots of laughter. And there were stories of dogs - living and long gone. The best are often of the first Curren Airedale - Jerry - born in the 1920's and proud possessor of the family famr (Magazine Hill) and all who set foot on it. Jerry, according to Reg who remembers him best, was the greatest dog ever to walk on earth - loyal, fierce in dealing with trouble and with good herding instinct. He didn't climb the apple tree like Skipper the Spaniel who preferred that perch to better hear the planes coming. And he was less benign than the Newfoundland who pulled the cart with Ken behind but he was totally devoteed to his family, his property and his jobs. When these detailed stories can be recounted 80 + years later, that certainly is testament to the impact of the Airedale on our lives.

Vaccination day for the babies - all is well.

2011-09-22T08:16:00.000-03:00

All is well at Regalridge The weather continues to be warm and sunny, the late flowers magnificent. There was a trip to the Vet today to wave Eric good by on his trip to Italy and to have the puppies vaccinated. All were pronounced hale and hearty, bravely stood on the high table for examination and had their needle without flinching. Our Ken spent his day in painting mode, a mode that seems ever present with the combination of picket fence and large house. On Lee's return, there were pictures taken of puppies and some quick machinations to ensure all were back in the city by dinnertime for a meal with the Curren crowd at the favourite Redwood Grill. This is a visit with Al and Betty who are leaving for home, Reg was present as were Joan and Bob Short. All questioned Chantelle's absence - there was need of someone to assist with the chocolate peanut butter bomb at the end of the meal. Lee demurred.

The kennel is quiet. Savannah and Dewey are in residence and settled in. Both are well and enjoying the big run. KC joined the party as Al and Betty arrived. He is looking for a pal and has his eye on Lori as a potential.

The house dogs had a good day although Marguerite mentioned that nailing Lee's feet to the kitchen floor might be in the offing. There is considerable supervision taking place of the painting project and the odd white swatch is showing on several Airedale coats - to match Our Ken's clothing where the swatches are more even and prevalent. There is a likelihood that there is more paint on the fence than on Our Ken but not a certainty. The older puppies are thriving and bright, enjoying their growing up time. Woody walks on the leash now and both are housebroken. The baby puppies are now starting to look to go outside for their bathrooming and managed to wait until the little feet hit the deck this morning. You have to love Airedales.

Dinner was maritime in flavour and well presented. All were pleased.

Sunny skies at the end of summer

2011-09-21T08:20:00.000-03:00

There was little summer early but these shorter September days are filled with sun and clear skies. It is a good season for late crops - apples, squash and tomatoes in abundance to make up for the lack of beans, peas and greens. Lee is back at Regalridge after a week in Toronto. Regalridge is breathing easier as a result. The house is back in a semblance of order, meals return to a schedule that makes sense and the extra pair of hands is welcome. The revolving door continues to swing as Our Ken made off like a bandit for his Health Board meeting in Truro and a visit to the car dealership. That's a treat for Our Ken. The major news of the week is the addition of a raccoon to the property. Our Ken is not amused. The big fellow is stealing his suet cakes that are out for the birds, sitting in the tree at the deck and generally being a nuisance. There is a live trap in his future, it seems. Ken is thinking he would be a good pet for Chantelle and has his eye on a run to Kennetcook.

The kennel is quiet and easily manageable as is generally the case in September.

The house dogs' numbers are down. Misses Piper and Lori are in season in the kennel and not amused. That leaves a reduced crew in the house to keep track of Lee. Marilla rises to the occasion, of course, and Abigail is holding up the Norwich end of the equation. Marguerite climbs Lee several times a day to look her in the eyes and be certain that is indeed the same person who left a week ago. So far, it appears all is well and Lee hasn't been possessed. The puppies are doing well. The older two are delightful characters - wonderful personalities, housebroken and bright. They love the world and all that is on offer. Chantelle took the little female home for a visit and regaled everyone with stories of her confidence and ability to keep the Welsh in order. Rumour has it that Scout was not sorry to see her depart and had a party when the tail lights of the car glowed red. The baby puppies are at the adorable stage. Their personalities have developed in the past week; each is now an individual and doing well. Vaccinations are in their future and the beginning of departures will be later in the week. That hardly seems possible.

Meals are coming to a regular schedule. Dinner was grilled chicken with a lime butter, new potatoes, fried green tomatoes and new carrots with homemade ice cream for dessert. Our Ken was much happier than when Lee is out of town.

Shelagh is doing well and the weather is great

2011-09-13T07:47:00.000-03:00

The weather continues to be stellar. With sunny skies and warm days, outdoor activity is at its height - that would not include roofing. Our Ken continues to do the finish work post-summer of '11. That includes low painting, removal of debris and a lot of riding on a tractor. As fall approaches the early mornings bring fog and cool weather. The nights are notably cool and the dogs delight in new games to herald the season. Lee put together a lobster roll and saddled up Betsy to make a visit to Shelagh. She was in great humour, having just received her new electric wheelchair. The chair is comfortable, custom made and able to be managed with Shelagh's diminished motor skills. Look out, everyone. She is speedy, enjoys bashing about and now has far greater control of her life. Arriving to a darkened room, it was difficult to even find a resident. Shelagh was watching one of Chantelle's movies on her computer. On hearing a new voice, without turning there was a pause in movement and a bellow "Lee, hello - where have you been?" And she was in motion. Over to the light switch to brighten the room, back to the computer to stop the film, back to visit all in the blink of an eye. This in a day of use. What a remarkable difference in a quality of life. Before this, without the ability to move her chair manually, Shelagh was a prisoner to staff and visitors. This chair is long overdue. It was a very good visit, language skills notably improved and great effort being made to use difficult words (October and Australian finally are able to be managed and with great pride|). Inez and Charles have been loyal visitors and there is concern on Shelagh's part that Chantelle and Ken have been missing in action. That will have to be remedied. There is an eye surgery scheduled for September 22 and Shelagh has expectations that this will again improve her situation incrementally.

The kennel now holds Trebia, Sarah and the few Regalridge dogs there for particular reasons. Scooter is in charge and proud of it.

The house dogs are tickled with life. There is less coming and going at the gates, the yard has been repatriated and there is a new person to play with. James began work with Ken on Friday and is learning the ropes. Patti has taught him her requirements and if he doesn't know anyone else yet, he knows the top dog. May continues to improve slightly and is back to marching with Abigail, trolling in the kitchen and sitting for treats. This is a totally unexpected move forward and makes us smile. Piper is keeping a close eye on Lee, sensing an imminent departure. Marguerite is living in her own space and delighting in her universe. Marilla keeps well, stuffs a toy in Our Ken's mouth every morning and barrels through the rest of the day with Airedale abandon. While the others may sort out paths around situations, Marilla shakes her head and plows straight through, damn the torpedoes. The puppies thrive. The housebreaking of the babies has begun in earnest and already showing success. It is always surprising to see the fast progress and quick uptake as these little souls learn the ropes of their burgeoning lives. We can learn so much.

It was a 'last supper' as Lee packs for another trip. Scallops were on the menu - fresh and plentiful, it was decided that they would star. A lime butter sauce was made, fresh bread produced and a tomato salad with cream of balsamic with fig. Corn on the cob was a simple addition. The end note was the home made grapenut ice cream. Our Ken was happy and sated - until he remembered the open suitcase. And life continues to unfold.

Clear skies and good temperatures herald a change in season

2011-09-12T07:57:00.000-03:00

Good humour abounds when the weather is this great. Clear skies, sunshine and cool days offer opportunity for any job imaginable. Our Ken spent his day in the yards, finishing up after the roofing project, hauling away the bits piled in strategic corners of the property. This activity was interspersed with television coverage of the 9-11 stories. Lee spent the day in the kitchen managing the incoming crops. The dogs were delighted. With little coming and going at the gate, progress was actually noticeable. Lily sent a note showing her position with Ian and Glenda - poor Darby. Lily is firmly in charge and the blanket box has a new owner. There was regular news from the week end shows with Logan doing particularly well. He is in great condition and at the top of his game.

The kennel is quiet. Chopper and Capone are happily looking after their yard, keeping an eye on the fruit stand activity and generally looking after all that needs to be looked after. Sarah and Trebia had a few half hearted races - Trebia notes that without Barrett it simply isn't the same. Sarah has an eye out for escape hatches, her newest and best trick and one that Our Ken does not find amusing.

The house dogs are well. With a busy kitchen, much management of Lee happens. Piper firmly planted herself in the midst of activity and refused to budge. You just never know when a morsel will need to be tried. Dolly found herself a corner that ensured quick access to the table, secure in the fact that meals would be well spaced and plentiful. Marguerite, ever the opportunist, sailed through at strategic times with a quick up and down at each counter. Her name is rarely offered up in quiet tones. She laughs. The puppies are well. The babies are enjoying both the deck and the regular food offerings. Routine is important to them and they applaud well timed meals. They are growing and bright, beginning their house breaking and in awe of the birds that are returning to the feeders. Each has tried to fly and has been disappointed in the lack of agility. Wings will be on order for Christmas, we suspect.

Meals were reflective of the harvest. There were apple muffins early in the day. Lunch was tomato soup with focaccia. Dinner was a beer can chicken with potatoes, the first squash from the garden, baked heirloom tomatoes and a dessert of meringues made early on this dry day with home made grape nut ice cream, local peaches and blackberry coulis. Our Ken was content and a visit from Chantelle only made that better.

Sunny days bring smiles and happy dogs

2011-09-11T08:15:00.000-03:00

All is well at Regalridge. The weather continues to be spectacular. There are sunny days and cool evenings. It has become fall in the blink of an eye. Lee spent a couple of days in Toronto, bonding with the CKC lawyer and senior staff. Reports include the full airports, full airplanes and overfull hotels. Nobody has mentioned to Toronto that there is an economic downturn. Our Ken held the fort, started a new employee and wrangled dogs. The flowers throughout the property are in full bloom. There are gladiola front and center with dinner plate sized dahlias competing for attention. The begonias are startling in their depth of colour and the phlox brilliant white. With the underpinnings of wax begonia, many varieties of daisies, the many rose bushes and the beautiful pansies and there is a sense of a colour uprising. There was a visit from Ian and Glenda, some good laughs and departure with Lily in tow to keep Darby in line. Poor Darby - life on the blanket box is due to change. The word from the dog shows was that the weather was great, the dogs showing well and the handlers successful. Logan managed a Group win in tough competition. |He is in excellent condition so would be highly competitive at this stage of his maturity. And Bella had a significant win so it is up to Chantelle tomorrow - we await word. In the kitchen, there was canning activity. Mint jelly made an appearance and Our Ken's yellow plum crop is now jam - a bright flavour to be looked forward to on a cold winter morning.

The kennel is as quiet as it gets with Trebia in residence. She and Sarah are on the look out for escape hatches, just to keep Ken on his toes. He appreciates their efforts. Chopper and Capone are managing the opposite side - favourites of Ken and easy going fellows in their American Pit bull Terrier garb.

The house dogs are content. The roofers have disappeared, normalcy has returned and the games resumed. Piper has almost forgiven Lee for her departure. Patti is thriving and delighting in the fall weather. There was a visit from a teen age girl to really perk up her spirits - that worked. We really do need to buy Patti a teen ager. Abigail is bouncing and little May holding her own. Jack is back in great form after a health hiccup. And the puppies - all are thriving. Marguerite's two are enjoying life to the fullest. They are a great pair and smile with delight as we work with them. There are games between the two and games that we must be part of. They bounce and play and thoroughly enjoy all that is on offer. The baby puppies are wonderful. They are enjoying their expanding world, have been introduced to the great outdoors and love it. It is great fun watching the world unfold through a puppy's eyes - we forget so often how fortunate we are to live as well as we do. Each is developing a personality, each has a share of collegiality and independence and each has those smiling Airedale eyes that encourage you to pick him up and chat.

Dinner was fabulous. Our Ken decided that a charcoal bay b que was to be on offer. Lee rose to the challenge - there was steak with mesquite chip smoke, unbelievably tender and with a flavour that is indescribable. Perhaps the best steak ever to grace a Regalridge table. There were potatoes freshly dug from the garden and green tomatoes picked in the warmth of the afternoon and fried in southern fashion. There was corn picked on this day and quickly cooked and apple sauce from Regalridge apples. There are meals that will stay with you forever. This may have been one. And we look forward to tomorrow.

HKC Labour Day week end shows and more

2011-09-06T07:57:00.000-03:00

Labour Day week end and the Halifax Kennel Club shows are behind us. It was a successful week end of shows with many innovations. Lee was show Chair. The baby puppy class was highly successful, both for the exhibitors and the public who appeared to enjoy the little ones as much as we did. There was a Sanction Match and there were Correction Matches; there were three days of shows accompanied by National and Regional Specialty shows and Boosters. There was Junior Handling judged by an AKC judge - what a wonderful experience for our Juniors. There was a Veterans Class at the all breed shows and there were Best In Show ranging from our important Best In Show at the all breed, to Best Baby Puppy In Show, Best Veteran in Show and our regular Best Puppy. On Monday, there were critiques written by our highly capable judging panel on every dog shown. There were judges' seminars and ringside mentoring. Timing was good, We stayed on time all week end in all rings including Monday. There were excellent Obedience and Rally entries and the judges were highly complimentary. It was a pleasure to meet Isabel Hutton and is always a joy to have Michel Calhoun 'in residence'. Having taken Michel and Carol Graham to the airport at the end of a long day on Monday, the last heard from Michel's somewhat strident tones was "Want to see my scars"? Carol may not have had a lot of experience with our prized Obedience judge in the past but there is little doubt she will long remember him - as does everyone who makes his acquaintance. There were lots of CKC discussions, explanations of the current situation and explanations of how the organization may benefit from the changes proposed in the current Referendum. Chantelle, Dawn and Jim,, tony and Karen, Shawn and Kelly were are at the Park to enjoy the week end. Dawn was in charge of hospitality for the shows and it is amazing to see how that role 'spreads'. Oh my.

The kennel was busy and has emptied out quite nicely after the long week end. Chopper and Capone (two or Our Ken's favourites) are in residence. Lori is keeping Sarah company. Trebia misses Barrett.

The house dogs managed with Ken's stewardship but would like a bit of normalcy to return. Babies are growing and others may be brewing so lot of activity through the fall.

Dinner included lemon potatoes, Boeuf Bourguignon and heirloom tomatoes baked with cream of balsamic and blue cheese. Then it was time to collapse.

Perfect weather for the last day of August

2011-09-01T07:17:00.000-03:00

Another great day in the neighbourhood. There was sun, gentle breezes and, you guessed it, roofers. Each day Our Ken offers that this should be the last and at the end of the day, as Lee looks hopefully at the departing trucks, the word is 'they will be back tomorrow'. The painting stage has arrived, though, with only occasional tap, tap, tapping. Elsewhere, it was a day of phone calls and paperwork, a quick trip through the village to visit the post office and bank and then home again for CKC chores. Our Ken gardened, sorted through the property and surveyed on the tractor. There was an early morning visit for coffee and the recounting of a tale of woe that included waffles and mustard sauce (thought to be raspberry so generously applied). Have we mentioned Chantelle's cooking abilities previously - this would be quite typical.

The kennel is readying for back to school week. Mr Riley departed at the same time that Old Bailey gathered her things and packed her bags. Miss Millie watched with surprise as her buddies waved their good byes. She will be introduced to Trebia for a couple of days of running and chasing. Lori also found her way to the kennel so Sarah will have a friend in residence for September.

The house dogs are continuing picket duty with volunteers lining up to carry the sign. The chant has become clearly Woooo Woooo Roooofers must Goooooo. Airedales can be quite vocal when it is necessary. Perfect weather and the lack of a favourite yard do not make them happy. The Marguerite daughter is now part of the big Airedale run in the early mornings and is delighted with her elevated status. Lily shepherds her around the property and is considered her hero. Marguerite watches closely. The baby puppies are happy as can be in the den, play baby puppy games and enjoy their meals, requesting the addition of a noon repast just to keep them on track. They are a collegial crew, typical of Airedales.

Meals suited Our Ken. Dinner was a particular favourite of his with sausage made by the market across the road, yogourt based pancakes, fried green/yellow heirloom tomatoes and ice cream. May agreed that this was a dinner fit for a queen.

Good weather and the roofing family

2011-08-31T08:33:00.000-03:00

It was another great day of weather and the tap tap tap of little hammers. /How much turkey would young men eat at Christmas do you suppose? The roof is complete but the carpentry work that resulted is underway in earnest. Every dormer (and there are many) had to be reconstructed. The kennel roof is being secured and the garage is complete. What a summer it has become. Our Ken had a moment as he proudly drove the tractor to the gate with the staging balanced on his cart. Staging departure was a cause for celebration at the evening meal. We take these moments where we may.

The kennel is winding down from summer's heights. Riley is having a wonderful vacation, enjoying his yard, his run, every meal, every treat and the ability to exercise his lungs as necessary. Millie had double duty on this day. She escorted Riley around her yard to his absolute delight. Then Old Bailey and Millie enjoyed the yard and the wonderful weather. Both are easy going dogs and a great pair, in spite of old Bailey's exacting requirements for methodology of movement in and out of runs. And the big news - Buzz departed. Yes, Buzz has a home in western Canada. Ken helped him into a new crate in Maureen's vehicle and waved him out of the property at feeding time. We all wish him well in his new situation.

the house dogs are not amused that the tap tap tap is again limiting their use of their yard. And this isn't a short day for all of us. The roofers arrive in the morning and don't leave until the sun sets. Piper is carrying a picket flag with a roof and an X across it. The rest are following behind her chanting slogans that sound like hey hey ho ho noisy roofers must go in Airedale-speak. Paula has her own version of that but it really isn't printable - Welsh have language all their own. The lone Marguerite puppy is thriving. She is fully housebroken, loves to be part of everything Regalridge and has now joined the adult crew in the big yard early in the morning. To see those little heels running as fast as her feet will carry her next to her hero Lily is a true joy. And Lily thinks she is pretty special - a younger sister to be proud of. The baby puppies are delightful. They are bright as little buttons, enjoy their food and goat milk combo and now one sleeps in the dish when the grub has disappeared - that one will never miss the next meal.

The kitchen was a busy spot with cooler weather bringing on thoughts of working ovens. There were Lee's famous oatmeal cookies delivered for coffee in the morning and Chantelle's favourite back ribs for dinner. The baked potatoes, new carrots and the heirloom tomato dish with Jo's blue cheese and a pomegranate balsamic glaze accompanied the ribs nicely.

Sun, breezes and no roofing

2011-08-30T07:33:00.000-03:00

The weather has turned. There were vestiges of the hurricane with strong breezes, just cooling the sunny afternoon nicely. The roofers didn't make it ( too much wind ) so it was quiet and pleasant. The roof held with the storm force winds and Our Ken had to think of a new worry, choosing and discarding several from his always long list. There was the usual organizing at the start of a week and lots of time on the telephone. And there was a trip to the grocery store for Our Ken then on to Rona - just to say 'hi' as far as anyone could ascertain.

The kennel was busy. Maureen visited to show Buzz's charm to a neighbour of the family who will be greeting him tomorrow. He was on his best behaviour. Yes, Buzz is departing. After three months of work and worry, he is at a stage to be homed and Maureen has found him an experienced rescue Airedale owner in Alberta. The next phase of his adventurous life will begin soon. Ruff departed with a wave and a bark. n. Brunswick departed in Brunswick fashion. Old Bailey is happy to keep us on track, make her thoughts and desires known and to play with Millie Wheaten in the big exercise yards. The two are now fast friends, chatting and snoozing together in the shade of the trees. Riley is enjoying his vacation, taking full advantage of the big yards and good weather.

The house dogs had the best day in ages. Good weather and the return of the yard. Life is good according to Piper. The last of Marguerite's male puppies left for his home in Moncton - he's a lucky little fellow, going to live with a man who works from home and who is looking forward to a great companion. There is little better than an Airedale to fill that bill. The baby puppies are now firmly ensconced in the den. They are eating well, playing in their pen and enjoying CNN and the Weather Channel with Our Ken. The games have begun and the personalities are forming nicely. Laurel was repatriated - Bella came with Shawn to pick her up. She hopped into the lovely red truck with a bound and a wag. The puppies are enjoying their meals of Pro Plan puppy food with goat's milk coulis. They now see Lee and stamp their little feet at mealtimes, anticipating the excellent repast.

Dinner was fried chicken with new potatoes and new carrots. It began with Valley corn, picked on this day and sweet as can be had. All else was wel and we look to tomorrow.

Hurricane Irene brushed up the property

2011-08-29T08:02:00.000-03:00

The party continues. Lee had been asked to help with the National Wheaten Specialty in Cape Breton so the van was packed and headed for the Canso causeway. That drive is not getting any shorter. With the standard stops along the way, the Cambridge Suites welcomed us by dinnertime. Chantelle travelled as navigator and managed a commendable run with absolutely no U-turns or 'oops' moments (and it should Be noted that her handily programmed GPS travels well). Scout came along as sidekick and comic relief. Staying only two days, by the time we departed, it is quite certain that Chantelle knew more visiting guests than perhaps the staff. Her ability to find the wrong room is something legends are made of. Should you happen to be in an elevator with her and with friendly male company, you may also notice that Chantelle is notably mum - a good story if you can worm it out of her. This was a trip Our Ken had planned to take but the roofing project had different ideas. With the forecast hurricane and new meaning given to "an open concept" Our Ken determined that a trip was not in his future. The roofing progressed at lightning speed, urged on to greater heights by the weather forecast. It appears that much of the job is now complete. Staging remains, much of the detritus has been carted away but a major clean up continues. Work on the garage is nearing completion. Painting and finish carpentry work remains. The turkey has been ordered.

The kennel has been busy. Felicia is ill so we are without help. That has added some colour to the regular challenges. Kenzie departed yesterday as did Tallyraggs. Raggs is such a popular boarder that seeing him go is a mixed blessing. He loves to see his family but he keeps a lid on things in the kennel. Great news for Buzz. Maureen thinks he has a home in Alberta and will be leaving to meet his new family this week. Lucky boy. Riley the Welsh is doing well, keeping up his side of the equation on the Regalridge side of the kennel. Old Bailey is thriving, working on her own schedule and enjoying Millie's company. Raggs had been the third member of the triumvirate that is now down to the duo - a Golden of advanced years and a pleasant little Wheaten. Brunswick is in residence and feeling his oats.

The house dogs are well and happy. May had a turn while Lee was away but seems to have bounced back with a little help from the vet. All are counting the minutes to the end of the roofing project and the return of the yard. When the workers finally leave of an evening, the bolting to the door to take advantage of that short window in the big yard is something to behold. Marilla has been somewhat desensitized through this summer project. Pounding would normally have her in a tailspin. She now is inured to some degree and much more tolerant of outside loud noise. She weathered the gale force winds last night with an aplomb that Marilla does not normally have. With the onset of the winds, everyone settled in for a noisy night but little damage. There are leaves where leaves should not be, roofing material surfacing from nooks and crannies and loss of some flowers but all in all the property has weathered the storm. The puppies are well and active. The babies are well weaned and Laurel is ready to tell Bella all about her experience. The older puppies are delighted with life, were somewhat unimpressed by the high winds but really only because they put a spoke in their usual play after dinner.

Dinner was a celebration of Lee's early return - grilled prime rib steak, new potatoes from the garden, caesar salad with Lee's dressing and the ubiquitous onions and mushrooms. Dessert included ice cream and the chocolate squares. Our Ken is reasonably content.

Sun, roofers and an unfolding projecgt

2011-08-24T07:44:00.000-03:00

Another bright and sunny day. Extra roofers are supplementing the core team - hope they like dark meat because we're already at two turkeys. Shingles were flying and the deck looks as though a tornado has been through. What a mess. Going back and forth to his yard, Jack the Welsh (who loves that deck dearly) just shakes his head. Our Ken had a Health Board meeting so Lee was left to deal with roofers, dogs, boarders and the regular routine. Linda called with news of a significant earthquake in Richmond, All was well at her home but Remus was not amused. With a rating of almost seven, it rattled the substantial house for three minutes and caused evacuations to take place in DC. They are now preparing for the impacts of the hurricane forming south of Florida. Our Ken is also somewhat concerned about the week end weather potential and notes its trajectory seems to parallel that of Hurricane Earl. That one missed Regalridge, for the most part, but caused tremendous damage on the coast of Nova Scotia. The roofing project should be almost finished by then, given the amount of effort now being placed and the progress made. There will be painting left and some carpentry work to finish up the east side but the rest will be done in the next two days with a good weather forecast. That is fortunate, indeed.

The kennel is bustling along and the campers are happy. Ruari and Finn are together except for mealtime. Ruari is taking his pills well and eating his low fat food. We haven't told him it is not as tasty as Finn's because he is highly suspicious that Heather likes that little brother more than she likes him. Finn, of course, vacuums his food and would be glad to lend someone else a paw. He is a cute little devil. Jessie is still in residence and is doing well . She has bonded with Riley and the two enjoy each other's company. Old Bailey is doing just fine, eating her meals and enjoying the activity level. The weather is to her satisfaction and she is back and forth to the big yard three times a day. Kenzie Airedale, Raggs the Old English and Mollie Wheaten have formed a triumvirate. They are managing number three yard and developing coated-dog games. Mollie has always loved Raggs so the addition of Kenzie was a natural progression.

The house dogs are fine but mighty sick of Our Ken's project. Marguerite's two enjoy the larger deck but still look longingly at their former haunt, wondering where in the name of heaven all of that mess came from. The baby puppies are doing very well and Laurel is in the process of distancing herself as they learn to enjoy dog food with goat's milk. Piper managed to stay in the house as did Patti and Laurel. The rest moved to the exercise yards for the day. The pounding would have undone most.

Dinner was late but adequate - chicken pie appeared as Our Ken surfaced after his Truro adventure. Chocolate squares were approved as a decent after dinner treat. During the day a blackberry coulis was made and caesar dressing so tomorrow's meal is started.

A large day in lovely Nova Scotia

2011-08-23T07:50:00.000-03:00

There is lots of activity. the Norwich are happy. It was a lovely late summer day with sunshine, warm temperatures, breezes and roofers. The next stage of the roof is sharp and angled so will go slowly, Our Ken advises. Any slower and the Easter Bunny will also have to be advised of additional inhabitants. With the coming and going in the kennel, the obligatory runs to Rona and the roofing project, the regular dog work and the house requirements, there is not a lot of time to worry about creative ways to fill the hours. Lee decided that the pantry needed a road sign - perhaps 'Pass With |Caution' and that might not be a good thing. So it has been pantry seek, sort and purge week. Improvement is evident and Chantelle has lots of new items for her pantry. Should Superstore be out of meringues, tomato paste or potato starch, they have only to call.

The kennel was busy. It was turn over day with Barrett, Maddie, Lorena and Rozzie departing. All were happy to see their owners, telling tales of their adventures and exploits at camp. Riley arrived for his summer vacation and settled in quickly. He has Jessie Rachel to keep him on track and enjoys her direction. She is pleased to have yet another disciple. Buzz is Buzz. Old Bailey is doing very well, interested in the coming and goings, eating well and enjoying her outings in the big yard, on her own leash to move from the run to the exercise area and all based on Bailey's rules. Raggs is as great as ever - everyone's friend and a pal for Miss Kenzie. She is contemplating the Old English look for 2012. Raggs approves.

The house dogs could hardly believe the re-emergence of the roofers. They have been repeatedly advised that until the staging leaves the property, there will be yard limitation. Piper is appalled and Marilla has decided life is over. There is a migration of house dogs to the exercise yard before roofing starts. That is necessary because of the pounding and coming and going, gate openings and general activity level. Piper now ignores the pounding so is not removed. Patti can't hear it and the Norwich consider it a party. The two older Airedale puppies are happy with their big run, their balls and the activity level. Lots to keep young Airedales interested. The young Airedale puppies are learning that Laurel will be available to them only occasionally and that the ever present food dish is a better and more constant option. They are grudgingly deciding that dog food is a permanent part of their future.

Dinner was chicken wings with a lovely blue cheese sauce, new potatoes and the first garden tomato - an heirloom yellow that lived up to its billing. Dessert was the end of the peach pie although there appears to have been activity in the chocolate square dish overnight . . .

Sunny days herald the waning days of August

2011-08-22T07:46:00.000-03:00

Another great day - hot and sunny. No roofers so happy dogs. While their big yard is encumbered, at least it was available and that works for the Airedales. Our Ken spent his day gardening and sorting areas on the property. Much debris was carted away and the front roof project is becoming a thing of the past. We are left with one side - large and multi-faceted with changing slopes, many angles and requirements for lots of time to be applied. There has been lots of kitchen activity with morning to night food appearing at regular intervals - Our Ken is content.

The kennel is busy as is usual on a summer week end. Charlie male Airedale left after his spa treatment for his return trip to Moncton. He is in great shape and enjoyed his time with Kenzie. We will find a new pal for Miss Kenzie - she likes a friend so Maddie may be first up in the morning. Another Airedale (from Ontario), she too enjoys the company of friends. Buzz, as always, is Buzz. Barrett and Trebia are racing. He had a good long period in run four, sharing his thoughts with the house dogs and the neighbours who were out for a walk in the back field Raggs is, of course, doing very well. She bonded with Charlie and Kenzie - -they approved of the addition of an Old English. Old Bailey took life easy - had her eye ointment added and approved the attention. Chantelle makes a decent lady-in-waiting. Rozzie has been enjoying the big yards and races on her own - she does enjoy her own company.

The house crew approved the absence of strangers on the roof and the repatriation to their yard. Laurel has moved to the kitchen for the majority of her time and sees the babies on her whims. Conversely, the babies are learning to enjoy dog food with goat's milk formula and are now giving it a two paws up. They drink it, chew some and then run through it, just for a little flavour. They have bonded with Einstein the cat and he has given them the Tabby Seal of Approval.

Meals included a melon salad and apricot-cinnamon muffins to accompany the bacon and eggs for brunch. Prime rib, new potatoes, green and yellow local beans and carrots and chocolate ganache squares made a passable dinner.

Sun and roofers - Christmas gets a little closer

2011-08-21T08:03:00.000-03:00

Another lovely day and another bonding moment with the roofers. The front roof is finally finished and Ken has advised that we definitely have the highest quality roof in Belnan. The chimneys have been polished and buffed (or something) and metal troughs are resplendent in their sheer number at every angle. There are still five areas to go but the worst is over - or at least we think that is the case. Please don't feel you have to respond and burst my bubble. Our Ken managed several hunting and gathering trips. Rona will not be out of business in Elmsdale in 2011. The question may be why their profits drop so dramatically in 2012. And then it was on to the Tractor Dome - closed on a Saturday, of course. You know, we remarked on the hours of retail in France and notice the same here with some small business. Folks are concerned about the economy in Europe. The stores open at 10 (or a bit later depending on when the employees arrive). They close at noon for lunch - that's right, close and lock. Re-opening at 2:30 - 3:00, they stay open to 6:30 or 7. Maximum of 6 hours and generally closer to 5.5 In the 1950's and perhaps early 60's, stores closed in Canada on Wednesday afternoon and Saturday afternoon. Everything, of course, was closed on Sunday. How times have changed with public expectation.

The kennel is busy. Old Bailey is in residence with her list of do's and don'ts that she lives by. She was a Welsh in a previous life, without question. Her door preferences, yard preferences and use of her leash and none other all must be respected to keep Princess Bailey content. She does love being in charge. Buzz is Buzz. Sarah is delighted to have Maddie in residence. Both love other dogs and particularly love other Airedales. Barrett, of course, is content provided he has Trebia in his sights. Rozzie really enjoys the big exercise yards- taking long spins in full voice. Raggs is the most relaxed and happy of the crew. Her owners are always laughing as they drop her off - Raggs is simply delighted to come to summer camp. Lorena continues to be Our Ken's star. He reports on her multiple times a day - nicest Shepherd ever here, he notes and he has liked all of them so that is high praise indeed. Charlie Airedale and Kenzie have bonded. They love company - the Airedales are highly collegial. Charlie has had his spa treatment and looks wonderful a la Chantelle.

The house dogs have begun a 'get rid of the roofers' petition and are lobbying for signatures. Einstein has signed- sleep interruptions are just not acceptable to an old cat. Chantelle was here for part of the day so the dogs were tickled. The old games came out - barking her though the doors (a favourite of a particular little Norwich), stepping on the back of her shoe to watch her pitch forward (a favourite of a special Airedale) and simply barking her in the right direction- all understanding that Chantelle is directionally challenged and wishing to offer assistance. The puppies are thriving. Marguerite's two are developing new games that require only two players. The little babies were introduced to solid food - semi-solid actually. They moved from running through it and licking each other's paws to determining that it might be worth a try as a meal replacement. Several highly recommend it and are writing to Ensure to have it added as a flavour.

Dinner was grilled burgers and new potatoes from Our Ken's garden, with peach pie. That worked. And we look forward to a day without roofers.

Great weather, good food and progress on the project

2011-08-18T07:48:00.000-03:00

Summer has arrived and this foolishness about it being mid-August has got to stop. There have been consecutive sunny, warm days. Everyone is smiling. The roofing project may actually be done before the Christmas turkey is ordered. The front roof is showing significant progress and there is thought that it will be complete with another day's effort. That leaves the east side and it is done. Our Ken has bonded with the Rona staff and there is applause as he enters the sliding doors. Nothing better than money to gain a vague semblance of love from what were strangers only a month ago. The fruit stand is resplendent with local vegetables so a daily visit is mandatory. Our Ken is a busy man. Dawn and Jimmy took an evening out of their busy schedule to share a meal and for Ken to have a look at trimming. Dawn and Ken discussing hair length is a moment that everyone enjoys. There has been an order for veal limeoni (remember, 'e' added because lime rather than lemon) and rest assured that it is on its way. The fuzzy growth will simply ward off infection, we're pretty sure, so enjoy in good health in your BC wetland.

The kennel is ticking along. The week end will be busy so a quiet mid-week is welcome. Buzz is Buzz, learning some degree of protocol but struggling to maintain that understanding. Lorena continues to be the star. Our Ken is enamoured of her and extols her virtues. Charlie is enjoying her vacation. She loves the big yards and Sarah's company. Burton is doing remarkably well. He struts along like a little trooper and is an amazing fellow given his advanced years.

The house dogs are thriving. There was kitchen activity so the Norwich are happy. Peaches were shared. Dolly determined that Jimmy might be a potential for food so sidled up to him during dinner and offered her significant charms. Marguerite's puppies moved to the west side of the house. They now have mastered the up and down requirements of three steps and are proud of the accomplishment. Their expanded world is awe inspiring and much running was necessary to make use of the large area. The baby puppies are up on their legs and now come toddling over when we call them. Personalities will follow now that eyes and ears are functioning well. Shawn and Kelly check in readily, noting that there will be a wide open door when Laurel is ready to go home. She is missed. Bella has shared that being an only dog is not all it's cracked up to be. Laurel, too, will be happy to be back to her usual routine. She has moved to Lee's kitchen and would much prefer to stay there except for the occasional foray in to count her puppies and offer up a quick feeding. Teeth are arriving in those little mouths and are sharp.

Dinner was a Ken favourite- prime rib with roasted potatoes. There were fresh green and yellow beans, new carrots and a peach pie. No one left the table hungry.

Great weather - but what happened to July?

2011-08-17T07:39:00.000-03:00

With a poor forecast, including significant rain, the roofers stayed home. The weather was fabulous. Our Ken had a trip to the city and noted it was less clement but not wet. Computer forecasts are good but common sense may run them a close second - looking out the window occasionally does give a sense of the environmental conditions. Still, we did enjoy the day with the balmy temperatures, sun and lots of coming and going. Lee had a trip to the city, a quick turn around and a high level of activity in the kitchen. There was company |(sort of) arriving for dinner and three hours out of the afternoon had not been factored in.

The kennel is settled. Sally departed, leaving with a younger member of the Wright clan and happy just to be Sally. The others waved her a cheeri-o. Charlie Airedale landed with a woof and a wag. She will be paired up with Sarah - an Airedale duo par excellenve. Lorena, Our Ken's new favourite GSD, has wormed her way into every heart on the property. Waht a great Shepherd she is. And our ancient Welsh-in-residence continues on with Welsh determination. He is remarkable.

The house dogs are well. With the roofing project temporarily interrupted and good weather, they had their yard back. Charlotte is particularly pleased. Spa treatments continued for the REgalridge crew. Marilla had a touch up and bath. That pleased her greatly. The party continued with the arrival of Tony and Karen. Paula bonded with Karen and marched through the hall door, ready to leave with her. Dolly showed Tony her 'plant yourself besdie the chair and gaze adoringly' trick.

Dinner was grilled chicken and steak with roasted new vegetables, caesar salad and blueberry grunt. No snacks needed to be packed for the trip back to Kentville.

Italy offers up a dinner option

2011-08-16T08:18:00.000-03:00

It was a beautiful day in the neighbourhood. Lee managed a quick trip to the city with Jessie to have her progesterone test and for Dolly to have a quick follow up with Eric. There was a good chat opportunity with Faith and her husband, a bonding moment with a Standard Poodle who slipped away from his owner for a closer look at Lee and a chance to see a lovely Golden who felt it a true error that he found himself in the back of the clinic being held by a tech. There is always a party. Chantelle found her way through the door for an early coffee. The roofers arrived in great number and Felicia was on bath patrol with the house dogs. The property was buzzing. Our Ken was everywhere at once. Old shingles were flying and being carted away. Supplies were needed, ordered and purchased. Roof vents were the order of the day and were installed by the talented foreman. Our Ken supervised - from afar. The new tractor and trailer are getting a good work out. The gardens are managing on their own and through it all offered up the blackberry crop on this lovely August day.

Sally the Lab is doing well and is the goodwill ambassador. Every dog on the property loves her. Lorena the GSD has moved in incredibly easily. She is happy, enjoys the big yards and mentions this to Buzz on a regular basis, telling him to buck up. Buzz is Buzz. Bentley is the Amazing Welsh Superdog. He eats well, loves to go out in the big run and has made a friend of Trebia the Cirneco. Now that is a pair almost equal to Barrett and Trebia. A geriatric Welsh and a young, speedy hound likely isn't happening anywhere else in the world.

The house crew are having spa treatments. Felicia is bathing and tidying at a great rate and all look wonderful. Patti may have been a little less impressed than most since her 'puppy' should not ever be in charge of her. The rest applaud. Marguerite's puppies are thriving. They enjoy life although have thoughts on rain that are not pleasant. Toys that make noise are high on their list - a baby's rattle seems a favourite this week. The big fellow goes to his home on Friday and is more than ready for the transition. He is a great fellow and will enjoy Newfoundland. The young Laurel litter are really starting to develop their personalities. With open eyes and increasing mobility, they explore their environment and offer up their thoughts. They now get cuter by the day. Laurel has determined that more time in the kitchen is now to be her reality. Einstein is looking after the roofing project, keeping a close eye on the progress from his various perches - the living room couch, the bench in the hall or the top of the desk. His white hat is a bit questionable as he opens only one eye in his supervisory role.

Dinner was unusual for Our Ken. Lee had found outstanding veal scallopini (not a favourite of Our Ken) but high on Lee's list. With flour flying, the veal was transformed and a veal limeoni was created. The garden offered up lovely basil which was flash fried. A lime butter was created (melted with fresh juice). Flour was seasoned and dredging preceded frying. A wine sauce was quickly reduced and the lime butter added in small quantity. With fresh pasta and a rosé sauce, it was a meal fit for a Tuscan evening. Our Ken survived it. Fruit for dessert ended the day.

The return of the blog

2011-08-15T08:46:00.000-03:00

The blog interruption was simply Lee's travel schedule interfering with life. And the roofing project continues. The major side is now complete with work moving to the front. Once this area is finished, there is one section to go. The summer of the roof may actually finish by autumn. The property is resplendent with flowers and dahlias of varying sizes are offering themselves up as centerpieces. Our Ken is studying his fall gardening magazines, catalogues and papers, considering next steps. The blueberry crop has been gathered and jams of many persuasions line the kitchen. Yellow plums are available and summer is winding down in NS. There have been the usual Regalridge moments. Lee's return was scheduled to be late and Air Canada determined that later is even better. Our Ken determined that he would be early (not a common occurrence) so arrived before 11:30. Lee collected her luggage all the while picturing Our Ken sleeping in his chair. And she was sort of correct. Going outside to find a taxi (few and far between at 12:30 am) a man wandered past looking very sleepy. Yes, it was Our Ken who had been snoozing - in Stanfield International instead of the den. He might still be there had someone not dropped a bag. Then there was the early morning rise and shine to get a puppy to the airport to meet the new owner who was bivouacking to collect the little guy. It was a highly successful practice run - and the new owner will be pleased with our experience when she arrives on that flight next week . . .

The kennel has been busy - as is usual for August. Penny departed with a wave to Sally the Lab. Sally, who has boarded with us since she was a baby, is a great girl and is loved by all of the other dogs in the kennel. Bryden the ancient Welsh is in residence. At his very advanced age he is doing incredibly well, marching along to the big yards and enjoying his ability to meet and greet - the bigger the better. He has his eye on Buzz - did we mention he is Welsh of advanced years? Lorena the German Shepherd Dog is a lovely addition. Our Ken has developed a relationship with her and is highly approving of her ability to take life in her stride. And Buzz is Buzz.

The house dogs are well but very tired of the summer of the roof. There are limits to the yards with all of the men here. Patti is particularly out of sorts - her yard has been appropriated and these men are difficult to keep in line. The kitchen activity level is keeping the Norwich happy and healthy. There are lots of fresh vegetables migrating from the market cross the road. May loves raw beans and peas. Marguerite's puppies continue to leave and Marguerite considers us terrible care takers. She has made the point many times that she managed to look after all of those puppies for many weeks and we are losing them at an alarming rate. Laurel is moving back out to the kitchen with increasing frequency. Her little ones now have open eyes and are learning about life.

Dinner has been a work in progress. Getting back into the swing of meals takes a bit of time. Starting with planked salmon, steak has also been on order. Haddock surfaced and Our Ken now sees that Lee being in |Ontario means fish on her return. There are new potatoes, fresh beans and Valley corn. There are field tomatoes and lots of fresh fruit. It is a great time of year.

Cloud but no showers and no sun

2011-08-06T07:56:00.000-03:00

All is well at Regalridge. The roofing project has resumed so the dogs are confined to barracks. Needless to say, that does nto amuse most. Some would simply be in the house anyway but since they can't go out in their usual yard, they are moping. The good news is that they are becoming inured to the hammering, banging and general noise level that they aren't making. Perhaps thunder will be less alarming - and perhaps the sun will rise in the West. Our Ken spent the day supervising the roofers, mowing and shaking his head at much of what he encountered. The roof is a challenge. The young men work hard and progress is being made but it is slow. Lee spent the day in organization mode. Goals that were set for the summer are slowly being accomplished. And light is being seen.

The kennel is quiet this week end. Dyland and Little Maggie departed, leaving Pippa to hold the fort and keep Miss Molly in line. Molly loves Pippa so the two are enjoying their summer camp experience. Sarah is watching the little pair and whispering opportunities for mischief and mayhem. To this point, they are ignoring the Airedale advice. Trebia and Barrett are in charge of number four yard, all dog races and supervision of the roofing project. Barrett is encouraging the fellows to work to their full potential. Buzz is Buzz - obstreperous and active. Cody is a great fellow, a lovely senior Golden Retriever who is collegial and happy to be wherever he happens to be. He enjoys the big yards and is equally happy to be in his run.

The house dogs will be as happy as Lee to see the end of the roofing project. Piper can't understand why she can't be outside supervising the job - flying shingles can be contained with a little encouragement, she suggests. Patti had a quick visit with Felicia who dropped in for a few minutes. That perked Miss Patti. Laurel is now making her thoughts known - and she has lots of them. Sometimes she would like her water changed, at other times, she feels the need for a big milkbone of four. It could be a decision to go outside (although the route down the stairs to Jack's run does not thrill her) or it could simply be a desire to spend some quality time in the kitchen. Learning to speak Laurel is a true necessity. Only Rocky seems to like Jack's yard. He trots down the steps to relax under the big apple tree and would stay there all day if possible.

Showers dominated and Betsy saw the city

2011-08-05T07:26:00.000-03:00

All is well at Regalridge. The weather continues to be miserable - showers and cold days. Still, we are well, the dogs are well and life goes on. It was a day for Lee to go hunting and gathering. There was banking to be done in the city, shopping that is beyond Our Ken and errands that required much organization. All was accomplished and Betsy came home laden. Fruit is abundant at Costco as are women with empty carts and wanderlust. Several are fortunate to be ambulatory today. Our Ken managed to keep a lid on Regalridge, sorted his garage and rustled dogs. Early in the day pictures were taken of the puppies and emailed to those folks who had asked to see them. Marguerite's litter is an outstanding one and these puppies are fabulous. It really comes home just how high the quality is when the images are downloaded and able to be assessed.

The kennel is well and settled. Pippa and Dylan are looking after the Welsh contingent and are proud of their success rate. None lost so far. Little Maggie is looking after the whole shootin match and considers it a major accomplishment - now what she has accomplished is uncertain but her pride in it knows no bounds. Sarah did not have her spin so she and Ken are on better terms and Molly Pug is tickled with the partee. She doesn't know where to look first and has no desire to take on any managerial responsibilities, preferring to be a camp follower. Buzz is Buzz. Ursey is in residence and managing as our resident German Shepherd Dog manages. She is a worrier but has learned the kennel routine and knows that her owners will be back for her. This is such a tremendously loyal breed and separation from owners is always a concern. Cody the Golden is a great fellow. This is his first visit and he has settled in happily. He and Molly will have a spin together as soon as there is sun. Barrett is in residence and courting his beloved Trebia. In spite of the weather, the two had races - and bonding moments - and races.

The house dogs slept. Charlotte has appropriated a favourite bed and won't get up. Lee's shopping included new dog toys and several came home. That will perk Our Charlotte up. There is nothing better than swinging a new toy and torturing Marilla to make Charlotte kick up her Airedale heels. A lovely new waterproof bed came home. Marguerite didn't like it. Friday is garbage day. Patti is worried about having lost Felicia who is off ill. She is eating sporadically (Patti - not Felicia). Jack got a new ball. He smiled.

After the grueling city tour, dinner was managed without heads landing on plates. There was spaghetti with roasted garlic bread from the oven. That was followed by lemon cake. And tomorrow is another day.

Rain so no roofing today

2011-08-04T08:13:00.000-03:00

The news is all about Our Ken and the weather. He is able to focus on his inability to eat anything hot since he can't go out and play. The rains continue although the thunder showers that were a potential did not materialize - hallelujah! So there was quiet time in the kennel, play for the puppies in their pen and a constant rain through the day and evening. Lee managed to find her way through paper and finalize Toronto reservations for next week. And then there is the squirrel. Our Ken has coddled the squirrel population, feeding them as he feeds the County bird population. Well, the feed has not been as plentiful in summer when critters and winged friends are able to easily fend for themselves. Mr squirrel disagrees. So, in a fit of pique, he has determined that sitting on a dining room chair and demanding his due is warranted. He has been encouraged to retreat to the outdoors by Chantelle and now by Our Ken. The encouragement comes in the way of entreaty, a game of chase and something akin to a curling yell. This is followed by a sweeping of the air (someone will some day explain that to me) and an assurance that all doors to the outside are as ajar as a door can get. The interesting aside to this event is that although Our Ken and Chantelle have played this game separately, with neither being in residence for the other's antics, both are identical in approach, game, set and match. Even the curling yell is indistinguishable.

The kennel is ticking along. Miss Pippa is managing Dylan and the two older Welsh are doing very well indeed. Neither minds boarding and both enjoy the activity level. Keeping a Welsh interested is the key to a happy co-existence. Little Maggie is in charge and ensures that anything that happens meets with her approval. She manages nicely - all four pounds of her! Molly Pug has settled in easily, as a Pug is wont to do. She is eating well (another Pug trait) and keeping up with Maggie's encouragements to watch what is happening and join in at her leisure. Maggie, the seasoned visitor, is a natural instructor. Molly is happy to have the assistance. Buzz is Buzz. Sarah is leading everyone on a merry chase daily - Our Ken is not amused with Sarah's adventurous spirit at the moment. Mentioning her name does not bring a quick smile. And then there was the arrival of Big B. Trebia could hardly believe her ears when she heard that Barrett was to be here a whole week. She has advised him of the roofing project and they are planning special races to wow the young roofers. That will have to be pretty impressive to have a greater impact than the singing of the Basset Hound so time will tell. Trebia is sure it can be done and Barrett lives in hope that they will bring a chair to watch so he can take a brief time out in their laps. You know, an Airedale in the lap is a lot of dog (Piper demurs) but a Gordon Setter in a lap makes the Airedale look downright puny.

Puppies are keeping everyone busy. Marguerite's litter is doing well with their housebreaking and with their interest in all that is happening around them. The smaller male puppy is a tremendous little fellow. We are tickled with his personality. The bigger two are impressive in their bone and substance. All have fabulous coats, colour and outlines. All in all a lovely litter. Laurel's babies are well and growing. She is now eating up a storm and offering lots of time and effort. It has taken her a bit to really get into the moment but she is now fully committed to her maternal duties. The house dogs are well and tired of rain. Charlotte lets herself out, stands on the deck, looks at the yard with rains continuing, turns and lets herself back into the house. Occasionally she takes another with her. Lots to be said for the Regalridge gated community. The Norwich don't care about the weather - they don't go outside anyway. The Welsh are disgusted with wet grass and high step across their run, shaking each foot as it is picked up and put down. If we would allow it, Patti would lay outside on the kitchen deck and watch the rain - her old bones do not support that so she is supported in this fascinating activity for only a short time each day.

Meals were not hot! There was bread instead of toast (lovely apricot sourdough), cereal and bananas. There was a tuna melt for lunch (with the cheese cooled to room temp prior to being served - 'cause it couldn't be hot!). And there was grilled salmon with a ricotta and artichoke stuffed ravioli for dinner. No one is allowed to mention either the ricotta or the artichoke since Our Ken is sure he doesn't like either. Dinner was cooled to room temp - the ingredients lend themselves to that quite easily. And tomorrow Our Ken will be back to his normal cheery self . . .

Weather warnings included a tornado alert

2011-08-03T08:40:00.000-03:00

It was an interesting day. There was rain forecast so the roofers were not here. Our Ken had an appointment with - wait for it - a Gumologist. Yes, folks, specialties have been divided to the point that there is a Gumologist available to your local corner Dentist, with new and improved instruments of torture. The tooth was saved, yet again, but at a cost to Our Ken's good humour. Returning to Regalridge the mantra was "I can't eat anything hot" and this is to go on for two days. Now think about this, Our Ken requires 3 meals a day. Included in those meals are basic ingredients or the meal is not deemed a meal. So, it started. Sweetly asked - 'What would you like for lunch'? Response "I can't eat anything hot". Sweetly responded "Well, what might you like"? Response "I can't eat anything hot". Progress was not swift. So, offerings were given - a grilled cheese "No, that's hot. I can't have anything hot!" A salad? "I don't like salad" A sandwich? "OK but I don't like sandwiches" Sweetly asked - 'what filling in your sandwich' Response "I can't eat anything hot" Out came the peanut butter "Cut off the crusts" followed by "Can you put banana on it" And yes, he survived - forget the dentist. He survived Lee, but it was touch and go at the banana stage. Going upstairs for a rest was a blessing. Molly Pug arrived at dinner time and as her owners departed, the rains started, followed by the first bang. A thunder storm - lovely. Close kennel doors, settle dogs, race to the house and get Marilla on a leash. Surface Our Ken "what are we having for dinner - I can't eat anything hot" Like that was missed earlier, thinks Lee. Food was assembled but set aside as the storm gathered strength. Starting at six, it continued to three in the morning. The Airedales ranged from Charlotte who claimed a bed and slept through, the puppies who deemed it Parteeee, Paula who heralded each peal of thunder, and Marilla who tried to crawl inside Our Ken. Piper sat on Lee's lap. Dolly tried to do the same. Marguerite stood on the back of the couch - not a bad feat, all things considered. Patti occasionally got up and made a circle. It was a long nine hours. In one hiatus, the kennel was sorted and closed. During another, food was consumed - potatoes that had been cooked and cooled, cold chicken and a tomato salad (which did not pass muster as Our Ken offered up "I can't have tomatoes" as the salad was put on the table. It was close.

The kennel is just fine. Unlike the airport ramp crews who are not allowed on the tarmac in a thunder storm (think many planes unable to offload passengers for up to eight hours) Our Ken and Lee were in and out of the kennel building to chat with the visitors. Little Maggie kept everyone in line. Sarah did not enjoy the weather but most of the rest managed nicely. Dylan asked "what storm" and Pippa shrugged. Molly, the Pug, and the new arrival wondered if all evenings were this exciting at the kennel and if so, she was all for it! Scooter played with her ball. Buzz settled.

More weather is forecast for the next two days. Surely not of this magnitude. The house dogs are worn out - Ken noted that by one in the morning even Marilla had given up her frantic worry and settled in to hum a Doris Day tune.

Meals have been chronicled. And tomorrow is another day.

Of gas shortages, good weather and long week ends

2011-08-02T08:39:00.000-03:00

It has been a busy couple of days. The roof project continues and shingles rain from the roof as hammers tap away. It is hard work and the fellows are unfailingly pleasant. Lee bakes daily now - a bonus Our Ken thinks. The weather has been pleasant with warm days - a real mid-summer period in Nova Scotia. Hearing Linda speak of 103 F in Virginia does give one pause. Gardening is happening with the major activity being trimming back the heavy growth. Jungle-like conditions prevail and Our Ken is searching further afield for heavier trimming shears. The big news in the area was the lack of gas in Nova Scotia. Stations were without gas - in some cases since last week. Elmsdale ran out on Friday evening and had cars sitting at the tanks over night. Needless to say, plans of many were changed since driving was out of the question. There was simply a lack of planning at the refinery in NS that led to the shortage during a period of the highest demand of the summer. The owner of the company looking after the roofing project is stranded in Cape Breton and says that he hasn't been able to move for four days. All stations in the area are empty and have been for four days. He hopes to be able to get home tomorrow. An unusual challenge for NS. There is some thought being given to a few days sailing in August and a trip for a few days to the house in PEI.

Felicia has been off work for a few days so Ken and Lee managed the busy long week end. There were lots of visiting dogs to keep everyone company but fewer than had been predicted. Folks cancelled because of the gas shortage. Still, the big fellows arrived and departed. The Bernese, Boxer and Toller departed with a wave and happy greetings for their owners. Pippa had her spa day and looks particularly fetching. Little Maggie is here and in charge of everyone's world. Dylan is in residence and managing nicely. Buzz is missing the company that had joined him - a huge step forward for Buzz. He doesn't want to be with them but now is happy to have them in the area. Progress of a sort.

The house dogs would like the roofing project finished. That isn't happening soon. Charlotte looks at the ladder as she is marched to the exercise yard and appears to want to give it a shake. Piper notes that they can pound away - she is not leaving the house again. Patti is ignoring the entire business and says there is no project in her world. Marilla has heard a rumour that thunder storms are imminent but with the pounding of the roofing project, she is uncertain that thunder will bother her ever again. Dolly notes that any day a dog can lay in front of an air conditioning vent is a good day and everyone should give that some thought. Laurel remains unperturbed and is looking after her little family with great care, eating well and enjoying the food being prepared for her dining pleasure. Marguerite's puppies are growing quickly and doing well in their house breaking. We have heard from the folks in Pictou that they are delighted with the progress of Baylee and that she is having no accidents in the house. Susan and Shirley report that their little Liz is also house broken - amazing given the time the puppies have been in their homes and their age. We do start the house breaking process early - with the puppies looking to us to get them out as soon as we get to the great room in the morning. And this is a particularly bright litter - Marguerite is certainly among the brightest lights at Regalridge and Clint is a very focused and tractable fellow so the combination seems to mitigate to produce bright and biddable puppies - a great combination.

Food has been plentiful. With the appetites of the young roofers and the time of year, there has been a great deal of kitchen activity. Cherry jam has been made, to Ken's delight, and joins last week's apricot. The peach coffee cake has been polished off, replaced by a marble pound cake made with lovely bittersweet chocolate, banana and rum - not much to dislike there. Only the Norwich are underwhelmed. They are not fruit fans and have requested more vegetables less yucky fruit please. Our Ken brought in soem of the blueberry crop so Eton Mess was produced for an after dinner treat. There have been meals of haddock and wild rice, chicken salad with peach sauce, grilled apricot bread with fresh tomato and herb toppings, a beer can chicken (always a hit) with hodge podge and many additions to fill in the holes. Susan and Shirley's cheese has been polished off and we are hoping for a repeat visit to shore up the supplies. Still, our Ken is happy and well cared for and don't we all live for that..

And the rains came down

2011-07-31T07:39:00.000-03:00

Rain. Lots of it. Starting with a drizzle as the dogs found their way to the house for breakfast, the heavens opened by mid-morning and it rained for the rest of the day and evening. Our Ken had disconnected the downspouts to the basement pool (better known as the cistern) as a result of the roofing job and rued the loss of water. Still, the gardens are perking and the wells are filled. Charlotte is singularly underwhelmed and is considering her options. She hears Virginia is hot and sunny. Lee spent the day in the kitchen stoking Ken and Ken wandered aimlessly, considering his options. He managed a run to the Village for propane and gas. And there was the gas crisis. The refinery in Dartmouth is closed for routine maintenance. But it appears that someone overlooked the fact that this is the long week end and everyone drives somewhere. By Friday evening there was a gas shortage in HRM and by 5:00 pm, there was no gas at all in Elmsdale or anywhere else from Truro to HRM. Irving NB came to the rescue but it took some time. Many cancelled their long week end plans. Heavy rain and gas shortages do not mitigate for driving trips.

The kennel is less full than anticipated - weather and gas issues curtailed many plans. Jasper the Sheltie arrived and settled in easily as Jasper does. Brunswick and Dylan followed through the gate. Brunswick is not impressed by the weather but quietly managed to check out the big yard and approved. It is a week end of dogs who prefer to use the big yards in singular fashion. Still, Pippa is enjoying Trebia. There is consideration that Dylan might join the pair. He is uncertain of his changed circumstances but is a great little Welsh so will settle. Brunswick is fond of Labs but there is a dearth of Labs this week end so consideration will have to be given options. Buzz, of course, will look after his yard in splendid isolation. Bishop the Boxer is managing nicely. He is looking after his area, eating well and has asked for us to turn off the tap over the kennel - not a rain dog is Sir Bishop. Bentley the Bernese is fine. He is a big fellow and prefers his space uncluttered by dogs and people. He is learning the routine.

The house dogs spent the day on beds in the den, happily listening to the rain and watching golf on the big screen. Piper occasionally got up to chase a put. Patti is keeping a close eye out for Felicia. We have explained that she is off until Tuesday - Patti has yet to accept that fact. There was lots of help in the kitchen. Abigail lobbied for bread dough - didn't happen. May declined a peach but determined that a dried apricot sliver was more palatable. And there were two paws up for the sausages from the butcher across the road. The Norwich have requested that Billy be asked to make Norwich food on a regular basis. Laurel and her family are settled now and are doing well. She is pleased with them and lines them up for inspection, a proud mom. Marguerite's puppies took the day of enforced rest with Airedale aplomb. Snoozing and a little play in their playpen worked for them. There were a couple of short breaks in showers that allowed a quick run on the deck but as rains returned they were happy to be repatriated to the house.

Meals seemed frequent. There was a big breakfast to give Our Ken energy. Pancakes (yogourt based, fluffy and light) and Withrow's homemade breakfast sausage accompanied coffee from the best coffee maker in the world. There had been fruit earlier in the morning. May, in particular, approved the breakfast. Lunch was late but necessary to Our Ken. Lee had made bread dough early in the day so a flatbread was fashioned - caramelized onion, fresh tomatoes, shaved Parmesan and Maldon salt. The dough was also made into round rolls and an apricot and walnut fougasse, all baked on the stone in a hot oven. There has to be some benefit to a rainy day in Belnan, after all. Dinner was a Ken favourite - beef tenderloin, creamed potatoes with caramelized onion, asparagus and a tomato blue cheese casserole. Desserts were plentiful and enjoyed late.

Roofing and a long week end looms

2011-07-30T07:54:00.000-03:00

Roofing is hard work - particularly when dealing with a house built in 1850. Over the years, there have been roof line changes, additions to the house and roofing improvements. All are in evidence. This is the first Wood shingles, clay and more modern versions are being peeled off. Repairs are being effected and these young men continue to smile and banter. The Regalridge family is mighty impressed. The Airedales are of a slightly different opinion. There will be pay back. The kitchen stayed busy as did the telephone. Chantelle dropped by for coffee and updates were received from Miss Baylee's new family. All is well with the latest puppy to go to her home.

The kennel was maintained by Miss Lily Basset who serenaded the fellows on the house roof. While a Basset Hound may not be on their short list, they did get a kick out of her, encouraging her chorus of Basset Hounds Forever. Buzz managed his yard, sharing separately with Rozzie who is in residence for the week end. The super-sized Bernese is settling in with some concern - happy to go out to the big yard but less delighted to be repatriated to his run. The Boxer in residence is a careful fellow. He is settling in and a true Boxer in thought and personality. He will be in charge by tomorrow.

The house dogs would like the summer project to be over. The routine has changed. Patti has acclimated to the increased noise from the hammers. to footsteps on her roof (you have to admit that is a little odd unless it is December 24). The Welsh and the Norwich really don't care about the strangers outside. Their territory is inside the house and they are managing that with Welsh and Norwich fervour. The puppies are fine since it is the West roof being worked on. Next week will be a different story for Marguerite's crew. Billy and Rocky are sharing Jack's run. Rocky actually approves the change in circumstances, having found a lovely spot under one of the apple trees to stretch out for summer snoozes. Sarah led a jailbreak through the back field and garden - Atlas declined the opportunity but Lola and Clint followed the leader. And there is local news. The gas stations have run out of gas. By five o'clock, there was no gas available in Elmsdale as a result of an oil refinery issue in Dartmouth. The province is without gas in many areas and cars are sitting at stations unable to continue. It is the busiest driving week end of the summer so many plans are likely to change.

Lee supported the roofing project with kitchen help. A peach filled coffee cake was offered mid-morning with cold drinks. Lunch was a lovely butter lettuce salad with blue cheese dressing and grilled chicken shish kabobs. Lee gave thought to dinner based on the previous evening's late hour. A Bolognese sauce was prepared and dinner could happen when it happened. It was again late but less fraught. The roofers have the week end off so some normalcy will return until Tuesday.

A roofing project is interesting summer fun

2011-07-29T07:28:00.000-03:00

The forecast was for sun. Someone forgot to let the weather gods know. It was cloudy with fog much of the day, brighter at times with a threat of something bright but no great result. Perhaps tomorrow. In spite of the cloud, the roofers arrived and life at Regalridge became even more interesting. There are men crawling on the roof, Our Ken looking upward with a frown of concentration and the trips have started to RONA (formerly Piercey's). There will no doubt be permanent ruts in the road from here to the supply store by the time this is done. Of course there are surprises. Start with the four layers of shingles already on the house - apparently this is neither good nor normal - all of which must be removed. There are, of course, pieces of wood that have to be replaced - not a shock. And the mess. Felicia was pressed into service helping Ken collect the discarded bits and the tractor is working hard. Lee is booking a ticket anywhere - some consideration is being given simply booking flights and staying in the air where she cannot be contacted - there is a certain cachet . . .

The kennel is quiet awaiting the next spate of boarders. Pippa holds the fort with Lily, the Basset Hound, keeping her company. Everyone enjoys Lily with her wonderful ears. The breed simply makes you smile. Bishop arrived as well and settled nicely. The week end has started officially.

The house dogs are not enamoured of this summer's project. Most are relegated to the exercise yards or the kennel runs. To say that doesn't sit well is an understatement. Patti decided that staying with Felicia and expressing her displeasure was her best bet. The issue is twofold - several dislike banging noises; others would be far too helpful - think Marguerite. So Marilla, Lori, Piper, Dolly, Lil and Charlotte are exiled. There will be backlash. To mitigate, all came to the house for dinner and/or bedtime. That will never be enough to compensate. A puppy departed in the afternoon - off to her new home in Pictou and delighted with the new owners. They are great folks and good dog people so she will thrive, we have no doubt. Laurel's family is managing and Laurel is fine. The puppies are lovely at this young age. Marguerite's four are thriving and enjoying life at Regalridge. To this point, the roofing has not interrupted their routine. Work is being done on the west side of the roof, initially.

Dinner happened by 8:30 or so. Summer appears to be over - Our Ken walked into the den and noted that "a scotch is what I need ". This roofing job is likely to bring on that comment more than once. Hodge Podge was accompanied by peach bar b que sauced chicken on the grill. A dessert seemed necessary so Rainier cherries were cooked with fresh cranberry juice and topped a lovely pound cake. Ice cream was added (since the whipped cream must have accompanied the gourmet meals of potato chips consumed while the adults were in Europe).

A good day of catch up and kitchen activity

2011-07-28T07:13:00.000-03:00

It was an overcast day in Belnan with showers and some little thunder. Marilla managed well as did Laurel with her family. Now, the music on the satellite radio was danceable - by much of the neighbourhood - but the girls who dislike loud noises were unperturbed. Success comes in many forms. Lee spent much of her day in the kitchen. Fruit is becoming plentiful and the strawberry season was missed so other categories of jams must be considered to maintain Our Ken's good humour. This day is was black apricot and several bottles are now ready to move to the basement cold room. And a crisis has occurred. The local grocery stores have determined that the local populace no longer needs blue cheese salad dressing. Wrong headed thinking according to all who inhabit Regalridge. So, Lee is now in the business of making the excellent dressing on a regular basis. Check. And finally Our Ken requested "real bread" so bread was made to order. After two weeks in France, the bread expectation is high and local stores really can't measure up. Our Ken went hunting and gathering, making his requisite stop at the butcher across the road as well as at the fruit stand. He and Billy the Butcher bonded - great pork chops were the result.

The kennel is calm and gearing up for a busy week end. Barrett departed much to Trebia's dismay. Pippa is holding the fort until the refilling occurs. It is the time for the complete turn over.

The house crew are thriving. Jack has become ball player par excellence in his old age. He is now totally focused on toys and is anxious that the puppies leave so that he can reclaim his deck. Patti is relieved that her Felicia has resurfaced. That takes a load off of her shoulders and she can revert to supervision from active management of the entire property. Marguerite is underwhelmed that Laurel has taken over the whelping room (and those cute babies that Marguerite is certain are hers - because those big characters in the pen are no way related to her!). Laurel is a great mom and the litter is well and happy. The Norwich were delighted with the kitchen activity and urged Lee on to greater heights as they looked after the spillage.

The table was well covered this day. There were oatcakes for breakfast, lobster rolls for lunch and grilled chops (mesquite rub) and hodge podge with Hants County vegetables for dinner. Our Ken approved and tomorrow the roofers arrive.

Laurel's family is now in place

2011-07-27T07:46:00.000-03:00

It was yet another interesting day at Regalridge. Laurel determined that things had settled nicely enough to offer up her family for inspection. So, the first pup was delivered on the couch in the den. That seemed a lovely spot from Laurel's perspective - other dogs choose the privacy of a crate but not Ms Laurel! Deciding that a couch in the middle of the house might be a bit challenging, Ms Laurel was convinced to decamp to the whelping room for the duration. Settling in, the next few puppies were offered up on a schedule of one an hour, on the hour. By the end of a very long day, the process slowed a bit. All puppies are identical in size - 12 ounces - and each seems happy with the changed circumstances, eating well and bonding with the siblings. Miss Laurel is well and pretty impressed by her abilities. She greatly enjoyed scrambled eggs and potion last evening, encouraging Lee to cook early and cook often. Because the weather was forecast to be inclement, the roofing project has been delayed. Lee and Laurel approved.

The kennel continues to perk along. Ruari and Finn departed with waving paws - Ruari looking over his shoulder wistfully and recommending to Warren that perhaps Finn should stay for a little more exercise! Buzz is Buzz and managing his activity level. Barrett is delighted with his extended stay and is sharing his thoughts with Trebia who appears to approve. Pippa is managing nicely, enjoying her area of the kennel and the big yards. The adaptability of the Welsh is always great to watch. There is little that is off putting in their world and every change is a new adventure - we could learn form that.

The house dogs are fine. Jack would love to see the end of Airedale puppies on his deck. His ball game is interrupted and he dislikes the steps to the yard, preferring the deck with its accessibility and its ease of ball throwing. We will see what we can do. The Airedales maintain a close eye on Our Ken as he continues preparation for the roofing project. There will be lots going on for Airedales to keep an eye on - they are up to the challenge. Charlotte is managing the yards (in her mind) and is ever-reluctant to be repatriated to the house. Patti is actually in charge and on top of everything. The puppies are thriving. At this age, their growth is amazing and the world is a constant source of amazement. Their only thumbs down is rain and there has been a request that we have that stopped asap.

Dinner was left up to Our Ken. Burgers were grilled. Laurel approved.

Planning and organizing for the summer project

2011-07-26T07:27:00.000-03:00

All is well at Camp Regalridge. Laurel is uncomfortable and would like to offer up the litter in her tummy asap. She has found her best position in Ken's lovely leather chair and should anyone make the mistake of lighting there, she positions herself with a baleful look directly in front of the chair, glancing from her belly to the person. Communication skills come easily to Ms Laurel. It was a day of getting back into the routine and readying the property for the summer project. This year it is a new roof for the house - perhaps we will all survive this one! Trucks arrived and departed, dropping off 100 bales of shingles (who knew shingles were baled), boxes of heaven knows what and the next truck with staging - whatever that is. There is consideration being given to simply leaving the country. Lee is quite certain someone would offer up a spare room if culinary skills were offered as a trade off. There was some banking done, a trip to the grocery store to fill in the holes in the pantry - ok, maybe not holes but there were a couple of centimeters of flat surface. Tony did not eat sufficiently during his visit, something to be remedied in future. Perhaps the sommelier duties are too onerous. Karen. on the other hand, polished off the salmon with alacrity. She may be able to take on additional tasks.

The kennel is doing well. Lucy Airedale departed with a wave of her paw. Ruari and Finn are packed. Finn was particularly speedy since we had lost his friend Bella the day before. Ruari is assessing his options. There is some thought that if Finn is leaving, Ruari may take the option of staying. Pippa is managing Nemo and Ruari and putting up with Finn. They are a motley crew in yard number 4. Barrett has extended his stay a couple of days and is delighted. The races are going well and he is one up - in his mind. The fact that he turned and ran the wrong way until he realized and reversed did not add another lap in Trebia's books but Barrett is nothing if not enthusiastic so she shakes her little hound head and acquiesces.

The house dogs are well. Looking forward to the activity to accompany a roofing job, they rested up in favourite spots and contemplated life on this perfect summer day. The puppies are thriving, growing and having a great time as they learn about life at Regalridge. Another will leave later in the week and the games will have to readjust once again. Patti is well and on top of her game, wondering where in the world Felicia has been taken and keeping a close eye on the gate. Marguerite is managing the ' leaving of the babies ', counting daily and shaking her head as they leave.

Dinner was easy - prime rib from the week end with new potatoes and corn on the cob. From the evidence on the counter, Cheryl's chocolate cake continues to be the late night snack.

Perfect weather and puppy departures

2011-07-25T07:17:00.000-03:00

Whew - what a busy day. Following the ATA party, there were obligations. Susan and Shirley departed with a Regalridge puppy, after a breakfast of Lee's scones and fruit salad. The Rainier cherries are available selectively and are great in a mix of Georgia peaches and sweet black apricots. Summer is such a lovely time. Chantelle arrived to do some trimming and helped get rid of a scone or two. As Susan and Shirley pulled out of the driveway with a cheery wave, the phone rang and folks arrived for the next puppy departure. We had a visit, a male puppy determined that this was just the right couple for him and paperwork was finalized. Another great home and excited folks. Finally, the male for New Glasgow fluffed himself up and pronounced himself ready to leave with his new family. It was a busy few hours and resulted in a more open puppy run by dinnertime.

Bella departed much to Finn's concern. Chopper and Capone waved good by as Lucy Airedale arrived. Add to that the coming and going of an ungroomed Airedale who morphed to a handsome fellow under Chantelle's ministrations and it was a busy property. Ruari and Finn heard a rumour that they will be leaving for home on Wednesday. Barrett though is staying a bit longer. Trebia is tickled. Races are being planned and practice laps underway. Buzz is managing. Pippa has her group to manage and herds Nemo, Ruari and Finn into their exercise yard.

The house dogs are well and enjoyed the coming and going. Piper was well admired and approved of all of the visitors. Marguerite was less enamoured of strangers near her puppies and is completely underwhelmed that several have disappeared. To this point, Ken is being blamed for losing the little ones. Laurel is slowing down - puppies are imminent. Clem came for a visit to enjoy the air conditioning. Add her potion to the visit and she pronounced it a perfect day. The weather was great - not too hot and sunny. Charlotte could not be lured inside - perfect days are too few.

Dinner was grilled salmon with hodge podge. There is a rumour that dessert occurred after Lee's move upstairs with Piper. And we look forward to a new day.

From 30 to 17 degrees - Belnan to Portuguese Cove

2011-07-24T08:00:00.000-03:00

Well, Canadian parties are an eye opener to visitors. Our American friends were here for the annual Atlantic Terrier Association summer dinner and auction. Having had a heads up before leaving (just) they arrived replete with auction items and food - what good terrier people they are! So after an oatcake and fruit salad breakfast, 'the cooking of the prime ribs' and some small organization, we were off to Portuguese Cove and the great hospitality of Heather and Bob. It was a wonderful crowd, there were fabulous auction items and laughter repeatedly gave way to hilarity. It is truly amazing how many items sport an Am Staff in the eyes of an auctioneer! The Airedale items brought north of the 49th garnered significant monies and paid for our Club insurance. The remainder of the funds raised paid fully for the rental of the day at exhibition park for our 2012 Specialty. A few hours, good fun and fantastic food. There was Chantelle's famous potato salad, the incredibly good cheeses and special crackers, Joyce's great dips with lovely pea pods, additional salads, Margot's perfect salmon with dill sauce, Ken's prime rib with a peach-lime salsa, pork tenderloins wrapped and perfectly cooked and desserts - oh my. Our Cheryl managed to convince Margaret Carson that "terriers rule" and a cake with terrier decorations and appropriate wording wowed everyone. Margaret's cheesecake disappeared in the blink of an eye. Heather baked rolls and her butter tarts - and that about half covers the amazing tables of food. Time flew and the house was still filled as the Regalridge-mobile departed, filled to the rafters with plunder. The gathering showed the congeniality of the terrier friends - most of whom have been long term supporters of local terriers through this Association. This is the only group working to present the positive face of terriers in Atlantic Canada - a most important position in today's dog world. President Dawn was thrilled with the attendance and the support today.

The kennel is hopping. Felicia held the fort and was kept busy. Capone and Chopper enjoyed the big yards and the cool kennel building. Ruari, Pippa and Nemo have managed to take over yard four - Ruari was made an honorary Welsh for the occasion. Finn and Bella are of a size and became fast friends. Barrett and his best friend Trebia had a long visit. Buzz is Buzz. Sarah has moved to the front of the kennel ans has become a Regalridge dog in all but name. She is delighted to be out of a run and is a great fan of the freedom of Regalridge. Liard and. Max departed.

The house crew is enjoying the air conditioning. All is well in their world. The puppies are happy and growing like little weeds. The report from Brodie who left on Friday is that his name has been changed to 'Superman', he barks at the door to go out to the bathroom, walks proudly on a leash and can do steps - all within 36 hours. To this point, no accidents at all in the house - now, whether he and Karl are sleeping outdoors is a question but Paula assures me that is not the case. We have been working with the puppies and it is really amazing how focused they are on moving from their pen in the den to the outside deck for bathrooming. This is a procedure Chantelle started many years ago and has benefited many new owners.

dinner has been discussed. Our Ken did lobby a bit for a late meal and hoped to enlist Susan and Shirley - who looked at him as though he had two heads and continued to watch puppies. There was a mysterious plate of chocolate crumbs on the counter by midnight - Cheryl supports chocolate aficionados.

Summertime and the living is - hot!

2011-07-23T08:20:00.000-03:00

All is well at Regalridge. Summer has arrived and with it a full kennel. Lee and Ken have been in Europe. Chantelle and Felicia held the fort. The puppies are at the leaving stage and are thriving. The Regalridge crew are well and happy although Patti notes that Felicia requires a great deal of her time! More on the trip in future blogs. This day was one of friends and visits. Susan and Shirley are here from Massachusetts. Jo and Mary returned to Pennsylvania earlier in the week. And with the American arrival was the need for a little dinner party. Accommodating large numbers was a little beyond Lee, so we managed 9 for a sit down dinner of grilled salmon steaks, peach bar b que sauced chicken and the seasonal favourite hodge podge. Lemon cake, lots of libations and laughter accompanied everything quite well. It appeared no one left hungry. Karen enjoyed the Regalridge coffee but was a bit stingy about leaving the bracelet that matched a certain pair of sandals. Tony acted as sommelier - with gay abandon. Jimmy had a viewing of Ken's scythe from Tours. Dawn entertained and was enterrained by Susan and Shirley and Chantelle entertained us all. Stories of dogs accompanied stories of travels. These are wonderful evenings and bring with them great memories.

The kennel is full. Barrett and Trebia are racing in spite of the heat and humidity. Barrett feels the humidity is good for his curls and Trebia seems to agree. Little Bella is here and has made a great friend in Finn, Ruari's new brother. Ruari is relieved. There is only so much a boy can take of a shrimp like that! Pippa has teamed up with Nemo and is doing very well - as Pippa generally does. The two characters from 'up the road' arrived at noon and happily settled in. Chopper and Capone are a wonderful pair of American Pit Bull Terriers and we enjoy their visits. Liard is in residence- just being Liard. And the rescue Airedale, Buzz, remains - making slow but deliberate progress. He has made progress with large dogs and is much more sociable. Max is in residence and has recovered incredibly well from his hip surgeries. He is a large Golden Retriever and a joy to board.

The house dogs are not amused by the heat. They wonder at moving form 19 to 29 degress in one fell swoop and have requested we adjust the temperature gods to a more clement 24. We will do what we can. By noon, even Charlotte has to say 'uncle' and come in to the air conditioning. The puppies are unphased, of course. One puppy departed in the early afternoon to a wonderful home on the South Shore. He will be much loved. Felicia is trimming to keep everyone as comfortable as possible. Piper is now cooled off for summer with a matching trim to Lori. Laurel has been partly trimmed -as much as she will put up with given her burgeoning girth. Jack has been spiffed up and looks great as does Marguerite. It is now time to turn our heads to coat work on the show dogs. Piper is happy to have Lee back so that proper supervision can be done. There was much worry that Europe would keep her, from Piper's perspective. The Norwich too approve the return of the adults. There was some considerable concern surrounding Chantelle's eating habits and lack of table offerings - apparently her vegetable of choice is not suitable for sharing!

Not in jail just yet

2011-06-30T08:03:00.000-03:00

Another busy day at Regalridge and all is well. Lee had a day in the city with her usual share of adventures. Landing in the heart of the city at a relatively early hour, she exited a parking garage only to be met by one of Halifax's finest advising her that she could not proceed. Now, that was a bit of a conundrum. The parking attendant had opened the door for her to exit and the door did not open if you were not a vehicle to trip it's eye. It was now firmly closed. Lee briefly considered this interesting situation and advised the officer that she actually was proceeding. He had a gun but Lee had an appointment, a fairly even stand off was in play. With a strong comment that she was not a journalist and that the scene in front of the two of them seemed to have been controlled if not resolved, Lee stepped around the man, reckoned that he was less than likely to shoot her and continued on. He grumbled, Lee shook her head. Life in the country prepares you for a lot. Life with Our Ken prepares you for more. Then it was on to appointments, shopping for the upcoming trips and a bit of hunting and gathering. Our Ken held the fort at Regalridge. There was a visit to the puppies, there was gardening and the dogs were wrangled.

The kennel ticks along. Lucy and Ruff are great pals. Lucy runs and chases Ruff who delights in the companionship of another dog. The two Retrievers have bonded strongly and quickly. Buzz is slowly learning that waiting to do what it is that he wants to do is a benefit to all. Rozzie loves the big yards. She runs, barks and twirls, enjoying her time in the country. Dolly is moving from the kennel to the house. It will be bath time tomorrow if all goes well. Repatriation can't come too soon according to Dolly.

The house crew is managing well Weather in Belnan was slightly better than that in Halifax. Halifax offered up fog, drizzle and cold. Belnan went from fog to clearing, from cold to warm and even offered up a little sun. There was the potential for thunder showers that did not materialize. Marguerite is being weaned away from the puppies. This was a challenging day for her. She started with a couple just for a quick 'hi how are you' moment and noted her disapproval of these big puppies that could not possibly be hers - hers are little and much cuter according to Marguerite. Piper gave Lee the business on her return from the city - the shoe store had a dog-in-residence so Piper noted that Lee had been consorting with the enemy. Marguerite didn't care. Keep in mind that Our Ken had a day with Marguerite. She tortures him unmercifully and today decided that his coffee cup was fair game. He left it on the kitchen table only to return to Miss Marguerite with her feet on the table and nose in the cup. To put a point on her escapade, she repeated the performance later in the day. Marguerite 2 Our Ken 0.

Dinner was Costco's chicken pot pie. It was followed by cake with Regalridge strawberries and cream. And we set our sights on tomorrow

Sunshine and happy dogs

2011-06-29T07:21:00.000-03:00

It was a glorious day. There was sunshine, hot weather and happy people. Our Ken had meetings with this little health board friends so was stuck inside. Lee managed Regalridge, found a cache of new toys for the dogs and all was well. There was a meeting in the city at day's end for Lee but a full day spent in the company of dogs on a perfect summer day presaged that.

The kennel is well. Buzz has settled to the point that he is quite contained as we work in and around his run. There is absolutely no aggression with people - just boisterous behaviours that need education. Lucy the Lab is well and delighted to be with her friends at the kennel. Lucy is much loved by the other dogs and may well be having an impact on Buzz. Ruff is in residence for a week and enjoying the double run. He is another great fellow and wears his advancing Golden years well. Rozzie is bright and happy, enjoying her freedom in the kennel and her meals. She is a NSD Tolling Retriever and is on top of everything - the kennel manager position has yet again been filled. Moses would not be amused.

The house dogs are happy. The weather is improved, there were toy games and a day to relax without the need to constantly supervise Our Ken. Jack is back to being Jack. One of the new toys was added to his deck. It was spied immediately, collected and carried. Lee was bringing in clothes so offered a toss of the toy. Off the old fellow went, at an impressive trot, picked up the toy and returned it to Lee for another throw. This went on for many tosses and a thoroughly delighted Jack. Considering that last week we felt we were saying good by to the old fellow, this is a heartening change. He is eating well again and will not be a challenge for Chantelle on our departure. The puppies are doing tremendously well and are enjoying their next phase of life. Marguerite has an occasional visit but is content to view them behind bars - of their playpen. They are growing daily and will soon be ready to be introduced to Jack's deck off of the kitchen.

Dinner didn't happen. Both Ken and Lee were at meetings. Ken did find the end of the cherry pie late in the evening it appears. And we are on to another day.

Another day, another meeting

2011-06-28T07:42:00.000-03:00

It was a day for Our Ken to bond with his Health Board pals in Truro. From Strategic Planning he moved to Finance Committee so was gone much of the day. That left Lee alone to manage Regalridge. The Airedales translate that to PARTEE! There was toy throwing, games of chase, grab and pull Lee around the yard (an Atlas favourite) and hit her with all four feet to see how loud she can squeal. At that stage, Patti puts an end to it. The puppies are thriving and well settled in Lee's office. They love Diana Krall and Rod Stewart. Lee is giving some thought to adding Christmas music (she does that to torture Ken at odd times of the year). It's good to be a little off balance. The weather continues. Enough said.

The kennel is gearing up for a long week end. Buzz is Buzz and progresses slowly. Lucy the Lab has arrived. She is a friend to everyone, loves all of the dogs and they are totally enamoured of her. Rozzie the Agility Toller is also in residence. There is a rumour that Rozzie may be the Toller who was being convinced by her owner that the floor was a table at a recent Agility trial. If that is really the case, Lee will have a little chat with Rozzie. That is downright embarrassing and a dog like Buzz will call her on that.

The house crew are happy. Jack is on the mend. He had an episode late last week but has rebounded and is pretty well back to his Jack-ness. Old Welsh are still tough customers and with Our Ken's ministrations live long lives. Marguerite is learning to leave the puppies. She wants to count them but with those sharp little teeth now working, she really doesn't want to be a lot closer to her charges. Conversely, they are delighted to see her and cheer her on if she agrees to allow them to nurse (she stands and they are on tip toes but it seems to work.

Dinner was tenderloin grilled by Our Ken, potatoes, portabellos, sweet onions and asparagus. Chantelle joined us but missed the late night butterscotch pudding - sorry about that. And we look to tomorrow.

Fog, showers, cloud

2011-06-27T07:48:00.000-03:00

It was a cold and foggy day - no wait, that's Moby Dick revisited. There was a glimpse of sun in the afternoon but the weather remains inclement. Our Ken gardens in spite of the wet, the fog and the soggy ground. It will be interesting to see the harvest of 2011 - hydroponic plants might have been the best option. Still, yesterday the roses bloomed. And with some of the perennials there is an extended period of colour due to the lack of heat. It will be a short season this year for summer enjoyment. As our friend Ralph from the West Coast suggests - let's hear it for fall! There was, though, a fair bit of moving and sorting success. The baby puppies moved to Lee's office for the week so a new floor set up was constructed, the small play pen set up and babies brought out. They thrived. It is a wonderfully stable litter. There were no shy puppies nor was there any concern with the larger world they were suddenly exposed to. There was music played, Einstein visited - repeatedly - and Lee worked. They were fascinated by each new activity. Dawn, Karen and Chantelle were successful at the Shows. All brought home rosettes and smiles all around.

The kennel is just fine. As is generally the case, June has been quiet - quieter with the weather which is not calling to leave home for the great outdoors. Rozzie is in residence, is doing well and is settled. What a difference from her first visit. Buzz is Buzz - happy by himself and slowly learning integration. Barrett and Trebia race, bond, race, bond, race, Barrett sings, then they race and bond yet again.

The house crew are well and happy. The weather is not as bad as it had been so Charlotte is able to coax her buddies outside for a few games of 'chase me' or 'look who's passing the gate'. There is much supervision of Our Ken and Patti manages Felicia - a full time job. Marguerite is singularly underwhelmed by the move of the puppies. Even though they returned to spend the night with her in the whelping room, she had a litany of complaints, ranging from the fact that the puppies were not there when she returned to the room through the fact that we seemed unable to carry all nine to her simultaneously. This required several recounts - we were deemed unworthy caretakers.

Lunch was Lee's lobster rolls. Dinner was roast pork with apples, potatoes, peas and gravy - a particular favourite of Our Ken. He topped it off with cherry pie, it seems, since there are vestiges of nocturnal activity in the kitchen. And we look forward to a busy week.

The case for the well bred dog

2011-06-26T09:33:00.000-03:00

All is well at Regalridge. It was a dog show day with the little Japanese car leaving the property for the lovely Annapolis Valley. It rained. Then there was a thunderstorm. Surprised? Didn't think so. Still, it is a lovely drive across the county and with the exception of the little hiccup of half of a church (the center half - think middle layer of a layer cake) which was a bit startling and occasioned quite a wait on the narrow road, it was a leisurely drive. There was a party at Karen and Tony's with great hospitality, great company and great food. Can't beat that. And those breadcrumbs that we dropped last time to guide us through the maze of streets were still in evidence - we found the house without having to resort to even one phone call or email. It's not easy for those of us from the country to navigate a subdivision and trust Tony to be at the very end of about 1673 streets that intersect at odd angles. The planner for that complex must have been having a very interesting life when he laid that one out.

The kennel is just fine. Barret is in residence so Trebia is thrilled. Even in the wet, the two have had their races, with more schedule, we understand. As is always the case, both won, every time. Rozzie arrived early in the day and settled in easily.   Buzz is still with us and trying to learn. He is somewhat more relaxed with large dogs but certainly has no love for any small four footed animals. From a Welsh size down, he is apoplectic. We carry on in his life lessons. It is interesting to see rescue dogs and think about integration into homes as compared to the puppies that are raised by responsible breeders.

As we develop positive experiences for our puppies, watch their mother provide tremendous care under our guidance and encouragement, it is apparent that the rescue dogs are so fundamentally challenged. Homes for rescue dogs must overcome so many issues that those who have purchased from responsible breeders will never face. And of course some of these dogs will never properly integrate. There are degrees of issues and challenges that will exist for the lifetime of many rescue dogs. Now, some are from great homes, were well bred and have had a circumstance dictate that they be put into rescue for a short time - marriage dissolution, health issues with owners, etc. These difficult times occasion circumstances where a good dog must move to a new home. This integration is the easy one - perhaps a month of learning the ropes in a new family. But more are situations like that of Buzz - questionable breeding, no proper life lessons at appropriate stages of life, homes (often multiple) where his needs were left unmet and finally a caring rescue person who has taken on his rehabilitation and placed him for a period for assessment and care to see what his potential actually is. Vet clinics are rife with rescues. These are dogs that see more than their share of health issues.

Responsible breeders screen for health problems, determine breedings based on pedigrees, health and temperament to improve their breed.  They take back every dog they have bred if for any reason the purchaser can no longer care for it. These are not dogs that end up in rescue.

Most of the unwanted dogs, the dogs that languish in no kill shelters, that are challenges for families for years or that are euthanized for non-compliance with a home's requirements are from two sources - commercial facilities who do no testing and are uninterested in breed improvement or back yard for profit breeders. And perhaps the latter group is the most challenging. These are sometimes the 'designer' dogs - any mix of any genetic combination but assuredly not the best of anything.

Responsible breeders are very careful in the placing of their well bred puppies. So the 'designer' breeds that have been in favour with some public and with the media are the bottom of the barrel breeding stock. And these., of course, are not planned and managed breeding programs with health checks, breed improvement goals and managed breedings. These are breedings designed for profit alone. The interesting term 'hybrid vigour' is a complete misnomer and does not apply intra-species but has been latched on to by media and these profit-based producers of dogs to sell the public on the cheaply produced hybrids. Some do offer guarantees - and read the long contract carefully. Think about sending your family pet back to a person who is producing dogs for profit, who cares nothing for breed improvement and who will provide you with another puppy upon return of your pet Those guarantees come with many conditions and exclusions, of course. The next puppy will have been bred in the same production process, will have had the same degree of analysis of parents and health checks (were there any?) and will have similar issues. Since there has been no change in breeding stock, there is no opportunity to add tested and stable dogs and there will be the same support for the new home as the last dog.

Where does this purchaser go when the doodle or poo doesn't work out? They either go to yet another rescue situation or decide that a dog is not right for the family. In some cases, through better education they will find a breeder.   And dogs are increasing as a pet of choice in Canada. There are not more responsible breeders nor are there the number of purebred dogs being produced that were bred 10 years ago. Breeders who do the 'right thing' by their programs are decreasing. Our population is moving to the cities, the Canadian demographic is shifting. Breeders who are responsible have had difficult choices to make as their rural properties have become part of amalgamated municipalities. No longer are large kennels able to be maintained in many areas. Programs for improving a breed have had to change, moving dogs to homes where they return to the breeder for a litter. This is not an easily managed relationship at best and can lead to complications that drive a breeder out of breeding in many cases.

A usable long term model for breeding good dogs going forward has not yet been found in North America. Increasing restrictions, imposed by legislators, veterinary associations and the well funded organizations who want to see a cessation of all breeding, including HSUS and PETA, are taking a toll. But as is apparent to those of us so engaged in dogs, the toll is on the 'good guys' and is having little or no impact on the commercial breeders or the back yard for profit sector. Those who register, show, test and guarantee are easily recognizable. These are people who purchase kennel licenses, are visible and honest. They invest in their dogs and are easy targets.

Commercial facilities will comply with regulation because they are businesses. They will provide regulated care without any thought for breed improvement, but they will exist. Add to that the thousands of underground economy individuals who are breeding and selling mixed breeds - by far the majority of dogs purchased in Canada. It is a worrisome trend in Canada. We work with the Canadian Kennel Club to find solutions. We look to Europe to learn from their experiences and we continue to breed and to care for our dogs, to mange top notch breeding programs, to believe that every family deserves a well bred dog who will be the best we can provide. We support our puppy purchasers and we educate families on the benefits of well bred dogs. And yet that is not enough. We are losing the media battle to the unbelievably well funded HSUS and PETA organizations.

So we can define the problem.   Now we must find solutions - solutions that will reduce rescue to a memory. Solutions that will provide the right dog to the right home at a time convenient to the family. It is the challenge of this decade. Let's hope there are enough of us left to take up that challenge and see it through.

Our Ken had a party

2011-06-24T07:42:00.000-03:00

And another day at Regalridge unfolds. There was lots of activity, a project in the exercise yards and a busy kitchen. Chantelle had been away so a dinner was in the works to welcome her back to Hants County. Our Ken turned it into a party, inviting his buddy Jimmy because there was to be gravy so a party was in order and |Jimmy likes gravy.  Lee mentioned that Dawn might like to come along. A cool morning gave way to sun and a warm afternoon - perhaps the first since last fall. Clint coerced Lee to several games of toy throw - Clint is the only Airedale who will consistently return the toy. The others run, grab and taunt - a completely different game. Charlotte spends much of her day with a large rubber toy sticking out of her teeth, trotting up and down the yard, looking expectant. There was a haircut fitted in to Our Ken's schedule as well as a trip to Co-Op. He is a new man! But the big news is that Arwyn, the missing Airedale, has been found. Lee was off to Northport when she received the news that a phone call had been received from a Vet clinic advising that people had been in touch with them and had a dog matching Arwyn's description on their couch. She had appeared one morning on their door step and settled in until her lots family came for her. Miss Arwyn was oblivious to the panic and mayhem she had caused. We are relieved.

The kennel is well. Buzz is spending as many hours as possible in the big exercise yards, working to assimilate and trying to figure out the life of an Airedale.   A new piece of information a week is the rate of learning. "Wait" is a command that is important to the safety of this fellow and he is trying hard to be consistent in applying the word to his active thought process. Trebia enjoyed supervising Ken's construction project. Scooter thought it a waste of time - time that would have been much better spent playing ball, in Miss Scooter's viewpoint. Brando is doing well, enjoying the big exercise yards and looking forward to each meal.

The house dogs enjoy busy kitchen days. There were Norwich under foot, Piper and Marilla strategically placed and Lori passing through. Patti made cameo appearances and Paula performed her alligator routine.   All was normal. Chantelle's crew is in residence so there is lots of increased activity, Clem is meting out orders in Clem-style and Scout, Jessie and Viola are keeping up the side.

Dinner was a success. There was roast pork with potatoes, gravy, asparagus and candied carrots. And there was a sour cherry pie - the first in a long while and well received. There was wine at dinner and ice wine with dessert. No one got up from the table hungry.

The weather is improving slightly - no rain on this day

2011-06-23T07:26:00.000-03:00

Life at Regalridge stays busy. Our Ken managed a trip to the village on this cool first full day of summer. He claimed the plow blade for his tractor and was highly pleased with himself. A haircut and a bit of fishing at the Superstore rounded out his voyage. Then it was on to gardening and following Patti who was following Felicia. The little parade is always winsome. Chantelle dropped off her crew in preparation for a business trip. Clem has settled in, ensured that we remember well how to speak Clem and is in her element. Her mobility is improved, her memory is good for getting around the property and her appetite is strong. Chantelle is keeping her in great shape at her very advanced age (that would be Clem's advanced age, not Chantelle's). Viola is happy to have her pal Lily to talk to and particularly pleased that Lily lives in the downstairs apartment. As far as we can tell, they talked all night. There was an ATA meeting that encouraged good organization from mid-afternoon on. The Regalridge-mobile was at Margot's before the scheduled meeting start time - apparently we are late only when Chantelle is with us - who knew! Arwyn is still missing in Northport and Lee is planning to go tomorrow to help in the search.

The kennel is quiet and houses happier dogs now that the rains have abated. Bella departed with a cheery wave. We will soon kn ow who she turned over the managerial duties to. Brando has done very well. He is now relaxed and has taken in the kennel routine beyond a level that had been anticipated when he arrived. Buzz continues to buzz.

The house dogs are well. Patti is always tickled when Felicia is here. She is also inspired by Clem's visits and seems to take the challenge of being the active geriatric much more seriously when Clem is on a bed next to her. Seems to be a bit of an insult in Patti's world to be classed in the same decade as the old dogs. Marguerite and her family are well. The little ones have cottoned on to food and think that this addition to their world is pretty good. The next step is the patriation to the den. That is always fun.

Dinner was halibut with an herb and wine sauce, riced potatoes, fresh asparagus (we get mileage out of local asparagus at this time of year) and corn from Costco. Dessert was butterscotch pudding late in the evening for out Ken and another day is ahead.

To the City to ensure all is well

2011-06-22T08:03:00.000-03:00

Life at Regalridge ticks along. The weather doesn't change much. It was a cold day - not cool, it was cold. Our Ken has retained the right to keep his winter sweaters front and center and there is no consideration being given to shorts. By May, Our Ken is always in shorts and doesn't consider pants again until late September, except for absolute necessities - think church. There was a sorting out of clothes and a purge done on this day. Readying the guest room required finding the bed. And then the bags were filled to go to the read bins. Now, has there been previous mention of Our Ken's raccoon antecedents? Into those bags he dove, worried that something he cherished might be destined for the needy. Lee fished him out, patted him down and sent him on his way. Later morning, the alpha male departed for a dentist visit and a meeting with - wait for it - a gumologist! Surviving that, there was hunting and gathering and a return late afternoon. There is an alarming situation on the north shore in Northport. Arwyn has gone missing. She is a wonderful six year old Marilla puppy who bolted during a terrible thunderstorm on Sunday evening. This is a rural area and we suspect she has hunkered down and is not settled enough to return to the cottage of her owners. Bev has stayed there and taken time off work to search until Arwyn is repatriated. We have phoned all shelters and animal control to alert them and to offer our phone number.

The kennel ticks along. Little Bella is keeping everyone organized for a day or two. Ursey departed late afternoon with a wave of her Shepherd paw and a promise of return. And Buzz has almost assimilated the word "wait". Brando is settling in daily. Another Ken breakthrough occurred late evening - Mr Brando accepted a milkbone at bedtime from Ken's hand, deciding that he was a safe harbour after all. His suspicions have been allayed and he is settling nicely.

The house dogs are well and happy. It is somewhat drier although cold and that works for Charlotte. She just doesn't like to be soaking wet. Patti had Felicia to shadow so was happy as happy can be. Piper keeps her eye on Marguerite the interloper and encourages her to spend maximum time with her babies. Paula had a nice evening on Lee's knee, pushed to the side by little May but still with some pride of place. Marguerite and puppies are well and happy. The weaning is going slowly but normally. All is well with the little crew.

Dinner was lasagne, naan grilled by Our Ken and local strawberries. A reasonable meal.

Meetings in improved weather are less interesting according to Our Ken

2011-06-21T07:31:00.000-03:00

Summer is almost here - so we understand. It is cool here and wet but y'all know that. There were nice moments today. The dogs enjoyed those as Lee managed the property. Our Ken was in Truro at meetings so different routines were in place. Clint enjoys that. The rest, not so much. There was actually enough time to hang out a load of wash - not enough time for it to dry completely but some degree of vindication for Lee who looked at the skies as the last peg was placed and challenged the elements to 'do what you have to do'. It rained. There was some organizing upstairs to ready the house for friends' arrival. There was some sorting and updating in the kitchen to ready it for Chantelle's two weeks in residence. And there was paper moved. The lawn tractor was running at 9 pm. optimizing the opportunity while it was semi-dry to cut grass. Good thing it has a light.

The kennel is quiet. Old Bailey barreled down the drive to meet Faye and to tell her all of the stories and adventures. She is in remarkable condition for her age and enjoys life to the fullest with the personality of ten Goldens on their best day. Ursey is enjoying the kennel, her big yard and the routine. She is an interesting Shepherd who understands that her owners will be back and displays no signs of the concern that we often see with this devoted breed. She is often here only for a few hours and that may be the key but she manges her boarding periods with aplomb. Buzz is Buzz. Progress is in baby steps. Life is not something this rescue boy finds easy and trust is difficult for him. His attention span is not long because of that so short bursts of training are all he can assimilate. Still, he does progress.

The house dogs are always quieter when only Lee is home. There is less supervision required and they relax as a result of that. Clint was in charge of the yard, Charlotte in charge of the kennel yards, Patti in charge of the house and Marguerite in charge of Lee and the family. That managed everything pretty darned well. Jack looked after the clothes on the line and raised the flag when rain was imminent - good boy is our Jack. Billy had the side yard - he doesn't like that much. Piper sulked because Marguerite spent too much time near Lee. The puppies were introduced to food. That is always an interesting moment. One bright little character decided that the dish needed a close look so backing up to get a good perspective, he launched and landed in the middle of the dish, flying over the side without touching. this dish is about two feet in diameter with a three inch side. He cleared that with six inches to spare. After all of these years, that was a first. The rest were more circumspect, approaching the shiny dish with caution. Each tried a few sips of the goat milk covering the food and deemed it less palatable than Mom. This too shall pass.

Dinner was great. Ken grilled chicken breasts (bone in) and there were potatoes and fresh asparagus. Butterscotch pudding came after the kennel was closed and all was well.

Father's Day is a success and Chantelle is labeled

2011-06-20T08:02:00.000-03:00

All is well at Regalridge. There were glimpses of sun, followed by torrential downpours. There was calm and then the winds came. Perhaps a better week is ahead. Our Ken managed to get herbs in the ground. Time will tell how all of the planting turns out. It was heartening, though, to see short periods with Airedales stretched out on the grass. They love spring, normally, and play hard with the yard toys then rest on the lovely smelling new grass. There has been little of that this season. Much of the day was spent planning the trip to Europe. The week in Paris will be followed by a car trip south to the Loire Valley and on to the Pyrenees with our friends Mary and Jo. Lee will no doubt have opportunities for her 'adventures' and Our Ken will be there to witness many of them - an unusual prospect. We will hope everyone's heart is up to the challenge since there is planning and then there is Lee. .And an interesting update on Chantelle's cat. There has been much ado about the cat that showed up in the middle of the night and managed to convince Chantelle to take him in. She has nurtured, fed, worried and coddled this animal who has thanked her by biting her hand. She has fussed and planned, pulling Our Ken into the fuss (taking him away from fussing at Lee so being encouraged in this venture, admittedly) to the point that the two were designing a structural wonder to allow Tom to live in cat comfort and safety. He loves Clem the Airedale and was doing his level best to make a friend of Scout - hmmm. That would have taken a little longer. But - all was changed when two strangers showed up on Chantelle's doorstep this evening asking why she had taken their cat. Yes, Chantelle the cat burglar strikes. Kennetcook is not safe - except of course that Chantelle has a house full of dogs who are not cat friendly but we digress.

The kennel is fine. Buzz the rescue is marginally improved. He listens in controlled situations at a level far beyond his ability to do that on arrival. He is a bit better on the leash. But he does not like canine company, an unusual circumstance for an Airedale. He is eating well, an improvement from his arrival, and athletic. Last night on his walk he was being taught to walk with Ken and in his enthusiasm, leapt straight over the large shop vac that would keep him from being where he felt he needed to be. And Ken's shoulder stayed in its socket - a testament to Curren genetics. Old Bailey is managing her visit in Old Bailey style and is being humoured. She likes that. Trebia has heard that her Barret excelled at Agility - at least by Trebia and Barret standards. The flying lap leap won high praise form Trebia. No doubt an extra lap will be run this week on B's arrival. Sir Riley departed sporting a new look and a jaunty step. He is a great little guy and Chantelle likens him to the 'good twin' - where does that leave Scout? We won't go there. Ursey is in residence. Her Sheperdness is in fine form and in charge. Buzz doesn't like that much. Brando has settled in, likes walking with Ken on the leash and is doing well. Another success in Our Ken's books.

It was Father's day. So there was a little nod to Our Ken. There was breakfast replete with fried apples (a Ken favourite), potatoes with mushrooms and onions, scrambled eggs with basil and bacon - always bacon. There was toast from the homemade bread and stewed rhubarb and lemon bread earlier in the day. Of course, at some point mid-afternoon, Our Ken realized that lunch had not appeared and seemed in no hurry to do so. That was disconcerting to Our Ken but certainly motivated his hunting and gathering instincts. Off he went to collect the lobster at Sobeys and the sound of cracking shells was music to the ear without having to haul him in off of the tractor. There was a lovely salad of butter lettuce with dried and fresh fruit, toasted pecans and blue cheese. There was lobster and the ubiquitous homemade bread. And there was the requested butterscotch pudding. Our Ken was happy. That was followed by 'the gift'. Lee did well. In the bag were cards (winning approval) and a pair of bronze Airedale bookends. These are antiques from the 1920's on large and impressive quartz bases. The Airedales are beautifully crafted and each is different from the other. All in all an impressive gift that pleased Our Ken tremendously. Two points for Lee.

Agility people are a sunny crowd

2011-06-19T08:03:00.000-03:00

Week ends are busy. That just seems to be a given. There is a little more coming and going, a little more phone activity and lots more opportunity to do 'stuff'. Lee was off to the city to attend an Agility Trial - a great day at Fetch with lots of enthusiasm and dogs having a whale of a time. Now Barrett kept up the side. While other dogs more or less conformed to the expected, if not always with precision, Our Barrett frolicked. And after a particularly energetic set of jumps, continued his best jumping style - right into the lap of the steward at the corner of the course. We love Barrett. Trebia would have been so very proud. And we hear humility is good for the soul so Brenda's soul is in no peril of pride overflow. Our ken gardened. More planting is done and mowing happened early in the day. Was it mentioned that the day started dry - not sunny, not warm but at least dry. By noon there was the occasional shower. By dinnertime, high winds and by mid-evening, rains, of course. Through the night it poured. There was a visit from the Allens and a viewing of the babies. They are growing quickly and are delightful.

The kennel is fine. Riley had the start of a haircut and will be finished tomorrow. Chantelle had to go to the Agility Trial as a volunteer for the afternoon. Buzz is Buzz - trying to figure out life in an Airedale body and finding it a true challenge. This poor fellow didn't have the best of starts in life and has so much to learn. These are lessons that well bred dogs learn from their mothers, the breeder, their siblings in the whelping box and later in play, then from their new owners. It is hard to say what Buzz's origins might have been but it is apparent that the lessons were not optimal. We progress slowly with some success in improving his listening skills. And he is trying hard to learn. Old Bailey is living in Bailey-land. Her rules are being followed and life is just fine. Riley enjoys his visits to Regalridge, is settled and liking his spruced up look. The new boarder, Brando, is learning the ropes. He likes his walks on the leash with Ken and is settling in one change at a time.

The house crew is well. Patti had Felicia for another day so whooped it up - trailing around giving Patti-directions and supporting Felicia-decisions. What a pair. Piper is not amused by Marguerite's enjoyment of Lee and is keeping a close eye on that partnership. Marguerite doesn't much care. She is enjoying her family and enjoying Lee.

There was coming and going so meals were intermittent. Our Ken doesn't care for that. Dinner was a tidy up process and one of the few Our Ken approved. He loved the chicken pot pie and that materialized once more with a side of pork souvlaki and a lovely homemade bread that Lee had begun before going to the city and baked off at dinnertime. That worked.

There was a brief hiatus in the rains

2011-06-18T07:35:00.000-03:00

Well, Our Ken continues to wear a sweatshirt and down filled vest much of his waking hours. There was a period late morning and early afternoon when the vest was divested (haven't you always wanted to say that?). There were periods of sun - not many but at least we are assured it is still up there. It was a day of gardening for Our Ken. The tractor was busy, there was dirt moved and perhaps a few seeds planted. The squash is up and spreading - some hope for something in the fall. The azalea is magnificent and the chestnut tree resplendent in its candles. Interestingly, this year the many bees who work so hard when the tree is in bloom are resting in the eyebrows of the house at night rather than return to their hives. That has never happened before that we can remember. And there are fewer bees than is normally the case. In past years the buzz from the tree would have been audible to Chantelle in Kennercook. This year it is much, much quieter. Lee continued with the battle of the paper, making some progress and in the process likely making more work.

The kennel is just fine. Pictures of Buzz the rescue Airedale were sent to Maureen to be posted on Aire Canada's site. He will be a fellow that will have to be placed carefully but if anyone is up to that challenge, it is our dedicated Maureen. She understands the breed so well and is so devoted. We are all fortunate to have her as 'one of us'. Old Bailey is thriving, managing Felicia and Our Ken and in charge of her space in grand dame fashion. Only the old girls are that adamant and that capable of furthering their objectives. They are to be admired. Barret departed with a wave and final song to Trebia. She will rest until his next visit. Rumour has it that those ears have places to go this week end. That will be interesting to watch. Riley Welsh arrived mid-afternoon for a short visit and spa treatment. Chantelle will manage that little activity - she thinks the world of Riley so it will be a good day for both.

Felicia was managed by Patti through the day. Patti is much improved, is enjoying life on her meds and has a new spring in her step. That is a great relief to all of us. Felicia took her to the kennel for a spa day of her own and we notice a new collar is being sported. It is hilarious to watch Patti with Felicia. She is certain that this wonderful young woman is her puppy, follows her everywhere and has her eye on the bathroom door just in case . . . Felicia humours her and the two manage the property, with certainty in Patti's mind that Felicia would fall flat on her face without her sage Airedale counsel. The rest are fine. Piper is watching Lee closely because Marguerite would like to make Lee her exclusive person. Marguerite's sense of humour appeals to Lee so there is a small window there. Interestingly, she does not have her eye on Our Ken for that purpose but does consider him an ever present potential victim, living to torture him at any and every opportunity. Her antics are a little more predictable to Lee than to Our Ken. Marguerite likes that. On this day, it was 'give Ken a little exercise' with a routine that included a race around the table, some sternly exasperated "Marguerite Come" lines, followed by pleading "Marguerite Come", followed by hands being thrown in the air and marching out the door. Lee then suggested to Marguerite that it might be time to go see the family. She acquiesced, of course. Perhaps a good thing Our Ken missed that.

Meals were adequate. Poor Chantelle was a bit behind on the blog and arrived for cranberry scones - a couple of days late. A lemon-thyme bread was in the oven but not quite ready. Perhaps another day. Dinner included tenderloin, portobellos, vidalias, baked potatoes and fresh asparagus with parm. A good evening. And we look forward to a busy week end . . .

Less rain - a step forward

2011-06-17T07:58:00.000-03:00

All is well at Regalridge - it did not pour rain. It was a day of hunting and gathering including a dismal failure at Canadian Tire. Apparently the week long sale as advertised in the flyer is actually a six day sale with the last day devoted to setting up for the next week's sale. That means that the items on the advertised sale have been returned to the warehouse. No hubcaps for the Toyota were the result since they were not only on sale but were not even available. Costco offered up its usual plunder including some much yearned after appliance for the rain gutters. Our Ken has been talking about this add in since he first spied the boxes but for some reason had not purchased them Lo and behold, they were on the 'deals of the week' paper and a new cart was immediately sought. Our Ken was happy. Lee found two books to support the upcoming trip so it was a good hunt. In and around the hunting and gathering, there was lots of email and some movement of paper.

The kennel is moving along nicely and all were delighted with the day that was drier than wet. Barrett and Trebia had races - both won - every race. How does that happen? We have no idea but both agree that the outcome is always a two way win - not a tie, a two way win. Only Barret and Trebia would have figured that out. Laurel has decided that the kennel is no longer for her. She moved to the front yard where life is much better in a Laurel-world and is happily part of the house crew. Old Bailey is well and happy with her rules and her kennel dictates. Buzz continues to be Buzz - making slow progress back to learning to be an Airedale. His strength is that there is a stable temperament underneath his exuberance.

The house dogs are more content. Was there a mention that there is some potential for sun two days in a row? It is not warm but at least there is enough space between rains for the lawns to morph from bog to marsh. And yes, that is an improvement. Marguerite is delighting in her family - a wonderful mother and a great Airedale. Her puppies are now up on their feet and giving some thought to the worked around them. All is well in their world. Patti is improved with her meds seeming to better support her ailing heart. She is not missing a meal and spent much of this day supervising her puppy Felicia as she worked around the property. Patti likes her white hat and rarely takes it off - just ask the Bull Mastiff at the vet hospital who was welcomed to Patti's world.when he dared come and stand over her as she sat with her back to Lee in good I'm-annoyed -with-you Airedale fashion. A wonderful benefit of this being a quiet period in the kennel is Felicia's decision ( a la Ken) to groom all of the house dogs. All are in great condition with their new spring look. As each dog is done, they proudly show off the new look to all who will pay attention.

Dinner was again a nod to an earlier season with pork chops (finished in the oven), fried apples, potatoes, squash and corn scallop. Surely this will end soon with warmer weather and meals on the grill. Our Ken continues to wear his down vest. Life goes on . . .

It rained, then it poured

2011-06-16T07:52:00.000-03:00

Weather - we are completely preoccupied with weather. And it rained. No, it poured. Steadily and with fervour, it poured. The weather now has a life. It is difficult, demanding, relentless and unpredictable. Arizona is looking better and better. It was a day in the kitchen and then off to do errands and a visit to the Vet with Miss Patti. There was a quick visit at the end of the day and a good dinner - but of winter fare. Our Ken was gussied up in weather gear - there were waders, rubber boots, a rain jacket and Sou'Wester. Pointing out the several layers underneath this charming outfit gives a sense of the day.

The kennel is fine. Her Ancientness Miss Bailey is thriving in spite of the weather and is managing to make her requirements understood. Her leash, her timing and her route make for a happy Bailey. Our intentions are secondary. Buzz - well, a little thoughtfulness on his part would be a welcome addition to his day. To this point, it is more enthusiasm than planning. Barrett heard that it was raining. He doesn't care. He is in the same building as his beloved Trebia and all is well with his world. His chortling is still a source of great amusement to the humans and one of joy as heard by his girlfriend. What a pair.

The house dogs are fine. Charlotte is disgusted by the weather and considers it a personal affront akin to a betrayal. The Norwich simply will not go out. Jack mutters and agrees to a short march on the deck but completely rejects his yard. Piper prefers the kitchen anyway and Billy snoozes the day away. Miss Patti had her visit to see her favourite Veterinarian but noted that the trip was not in her day's plan. Lee was blamed and Patti made her sentiments known. She walked at the end of the lead with her head turned. She sat at the end of the lead with her back to Lee and acted like a 12 year old girl disavowing all knowledge of any parent, anywhere at any time. Eric pronounced her fit for an ancient dog, provided meds for her aging innards and advised Ken that he could relax. Chantelle and Lee concur.

Dinner was Lee's chicken pot pie - always a hit with Our Ken. The morning had offered up cranberry scones with a sanding of lavender sugar. Our Ken was reasonably pleased.

Rain again

2011-06-15T08:52:00.001-03:00

Guess what - it's raining - hard. The property looks like a jungle and the dogs have firmly stated their position that they are not stepping one foot outside until it is dry. Charlotte has prefaced the position (she appears to have been elected shop steward) with 'We are not amused' and simply lays down when all are encouraged beyond the door frame. Charlotte loves the outdoors. We can't get her inside in any weather. She now will not go out. The outdoors has betrayed her. In fact, she may never go out again. Charlotte has her pride after all and has touted the pleasures and benefits of outdoor life to all who are in earshot at every opportunity. Lee is back in residence - after the better part of a week in Toronto. It rained there as well but intermittently and with less verve. Our Ken has managed to keep things moving and the gardens continue to bloom - how that can happen without sun is a mystery. There is a little gift for Our Tony as a result of the trip away.

The kennel is ticking along. Old Bailey is here, unhappy with the weather and armed with her set of rules and regulations. Barrett has arrived and bonded with Trebia. They are regarding the weather with some alarm since the race has been scheduled. If race time changes, there will be an announcement in the Globe. Many will be disappointed. Buzz the rescue Airedale is being encouraged to walk on the leash and is a little more responsive. He continues to be less than thrilled with other dogs.

The house dogs are in revolt - the time for strike action is long past. They are looking to the works of Che Guevara and are militant. A militant Norwich is a sight to behold Marguerite and the babies are thriving. The puppies are up on their little feet now and are becoming interested in their world. They have open eyes and have formed into two groups. We have yet to figure out the mission of each group but that and their value statements will come in time.

Dinner had to be fish. A week in Toronto is a challenge so Our Ken went hunting and gathering, returning with salmon steaks which were grilled and added to lovely creamed potatoes, new asparagus and a corn scallop. Dessert was provided by Hagen Daz. And we look forward to - another day of forecast deluge.

Cloudy but with the sun's appearance early evening.

2011-06-08T08:22:00.000-03:00

It was a busy day. There was a party in the making. Celebrations of great wins are important and both Viola and Logan had ? great wins with Chantelle and Dawn. So Lee cooked and cleaned, Our Ken gardened and sorted and a dinner came together. There were stories and sagas bringing much laughter. There was a statement that the two travellers didn't get lost - did we mention there was much laughter? There are wonderful images of the two dogs in the rings taken by many at the shows. There is champagne still in the wrong refrigerator - another celebration must be in store. Jimmy arrived and found his way to the yard to examine the new tractor, giving it his seal of approval. Our Ken beamed. And then there was the addition of the Bluetooth to the van. Have you ever noticed that men stick together - like crazy glue, in fact. Why do you suppose anyone would question which of the two cell phones would be first. And how could anyone get it so wrong. Ah, yes, two men in control of input. Crazy glue strikes again.

The kennel is well and happy. Moses and Naomi are packing but took time out to welcome Lucy Airedale. A close relative, Naomi was particularly vocal in her greetings and Lucy responded in kind. Pretty impressive are these girls of mixed American-Canadian ancestry. Buzz the Rescue Airedale is improving a bit on the leash day by day. That is progress. He is becoming resigned to other dogs existing in his universe and seems to have accepted Lucy being next to him. Another step forward.

The house dogs loved the activity level in the house and helped tremendously. The Norwich pointed out (as only Norwich can) areas of the floors that could use attention. Always helpful, Marilla maintained a close eye on the kitchen activity, checking counters assiduously to ensure meal preparations was progressing as it should. Patti rested in the den, preparing herself for the arrival of guests and her role as greeter. Lori had the princess and pea pile of beds and could not be encouraged outside - pride of place is important, after all.

And then there was dinner. There were beer can chickens on the grill - with different spicing but the same beer. Grilled baby potatoes appeared to accompany the fiddle heads and the squash casserole (Chantelle's favourite part was the casserole topping, we suspect). There was rhubarb pie, ice cream and maple squares (seasonal fare all). Nobody went home hungry. Wine, beer and liqueurs were poured, including the Cloudberry liqueur to maintain that local theme.

No sun, of course but the planting continues

2011-06-07T07:47:00.000-03:00

Well, the jubilant travellers returned home with big smiles and happy dogs. It was a successful foray south of the border. Perhaps equally important, Chantelle brought Our Ken a new hat from L L Bean. Her esp was on high alert since Clint had demolished his favourite red hat on this cloudy June day. Our Ken has this little proclivity, you see. He closes no door because you never know when you might need something else from that cupboard/drawer/room/desk/you get the idea. And every surface that has been uncovered by Lee in her quest for dome order in life is immediately deemed a 'flat surface' and fair game. Well, this flat surface bore his hat - error. Clint was being trimmed and put down loose for a break - error. Hat was customized - logical outcome of multiple errors. Lesson learned? Not likely. But, the new hat is pretty darned impressive - it is a three lighter with a special beam. That Chantelle is 'some savvy'. The rest of the day was filled with paper and phone calls for Lee and gardening for Our Ken. The birds are busy sitting on eggs or rebuilding nests so straw is everywhere and the dogs are amazed by the industry.

The kennel is fine. Naomi and Moses are holding the fort with Moses firmly in charge of all he surveys. He does love that job. Buzz the rescue is learning the ropes. He is eating his new food and settling some. He is ratcheting down a bit and a little bit less rambunctious on his walks from his run to the exercise yards. A move forward for this fellow is a good thing.

The house dogs are well but darned tired of rain, They are at the stage of having to be coaxed outside at best and hauled out at worst, only to sit under the roof of the covered porches or decks. Enough is enough in Airedale speak. The little Norwich flatly refuse to go out and Paula says she is going to drown. Marguerite and the puppies are thriving. Visitors were here and admired the puppy as they plan for the day one will go home with them. A great couple, the puppy that will find itself in a wonderful situation. Our only slight concern was the husband's bonding with Piper. Lee carefully counted noses as they departed. He can pick a great Airedale!

Dinner was a work up to Lee's leaving later in the week. There was prime rib roast with gravy and roasted potatoes, new baby carrots and peas with rhubarb pie fresh from the oven.

There is sun on the South Shore

2011-06-06T08:08:00.000-03:00

Another day - another dog show. Or Two. Lee took the little foreign car and went to Lunenburg (accompanied by a Junior Handler and her mom). Our Ken stayed home and gardened. Dawn and Chantelle showed dogs in Boston. It was a fabulous day on the south Shore of Nova Scotia. Tony and Karen reported that it was clear and sunny as the sun came up - and they were up to greet it, apparently. Miss Avalon has her priorities, after all. Dawn and Chantelle appeared to enjoy (from the look of Tom's pictures, at least) a bright and sunny day in Boston. Our Ken - well, it was cloudy and cool in Belnan. That didn't stop the tractor or the planting but it sure would have been nice to see sun here as well. the chestnut tree is in full candle this week - a sight to behold. The bees are buzzing. The swallows are on the nest so babies are imminent. They are the hardest working little birds on the planet and bugs disappear in great numbers as they store up for the invasion of the fledglings. Tomatoes are planted as is winter squash and the herbs. Potatoes went in a while back. We hope for the best. The strawberries have bloomed and are now growing - we hope in time for a harvest before the departure for Europe. Our Ken will ponder the consequences of that not happening for the next few weeks.

The kennel is well. Buzz the rescue Airedale is trimmed up and learning the ropes. He has a lot of energy and a lot going on that he has to work through. Time cures all. Moses and Naomi are well and happy. They enjoy the big exercise yards and Moses enjoys being 'in charge'.

The house dogs are well. Clem is thriving and happy to have a good cook, her potion on a regular schedule and to remember her big yard. Now if Chantelle would just find her way home, her world would be complete. She snoozes with Patti - generally on the bed Patti would prefer - and exercises in the yard. an amazing old dog is Miss Clementine. Jessie has done well on her vacation as well. That is a bit of a surprise given her proclivities but she is settled and seems to be happy biding her time on this vacation. |The rooster - well, all he seems to be sharing is that "Chantelle is gong to pay for this". The rest are fine. Billy likes his new leather collar. Rocky appreciates his new-to-him blue plaid (formerly Billy's collar but don't tell Rocky). May is enjoying her soaked bones in the morning and all are enjoying their nightly throw the toy game. Billy is now the Airedale-in-trimming candidate and is shaping up nicely. Marilla enjoys barking at Marguerite who in turn gives as good as she gets. Marguerite is thriving, hasn't missed a meal and delights in her family of puppies.

Dinner was chicken with two kinds of roast potatoes, baked tomatoes with balsamic and parm and fruit salad. Our Ken approved. And a new week starts.

A good Saturday in June

2011-06-05T08:12:00.000-03:00

It was a great Saturday. Felicia arrived early and the van set out for Lunenburg - the picturesque town on the South Shore that is deemed a UNESCO site. There was a dog show and the Regional Junior Handling finals. The show went without a hitch - at least to the naked eye - and the auction put on by the club offered up a new leather collar for Billy, a camera case for Our Ken, a cooler mat for shows during the summer and an impressive garden bench to add to the Regalridge collection of outdoor furniture. There was Gloria's fudge, Nellie's canteen and lots of smiles. We introduced Karen to Nellie's scallops and have another convert. Lunch doesn't get better than Nellie's scallops in Tony and Karen's second home. Avalon (the Airedale of drinking from the fridge water dispenser fame) has now sorted out her alcohol preferences. Tony had placed a box of beer behind the seat of the truck. Anjin and Avalon ride there. They smiled at Avalon riding on the floor for a change, paws and front legs wrapped around the box. On arriving at the destination, the dogs were decamped and then the beer. And as tony picked up the beer box, he had a little beer shower - on investigation, Avalon had managed to puncture a can and licked her way home. The corner of the box was slightly redecorated and she apparently needed only one can to assuage her thirst. News from the South was good as well. Perhaps the most important news and the news of greatest surprise was that a vehicle with Dawn and Chantelle in it actually found its way to Boston. Secondarily, they found the show site, Dawn won Winners dog at the New England Airedale supported entry, Chantelle won Winners bitch with Viola and garnered some very positive comments from Peter Green. An Atlas son in the US went Best In Sweepstakes so all was well. And Susan and Shirley were in attendance to take bows and laud their contribution to all. There was a celebration in Boston and will have to be one here on the return of the travellers.

The kennel is ticking along. Buzz the Airedale arrived with Maureen. He is a rescue fellow from Quebec and needed a bit of work. Felicia trimmed the big fellow and we will do a little work to put him into Airedale condition and settle his thought process into an Airedale mind set. As Maureen notes, he needs exercise, socialization and a better understanding of the world around him. Then he will be ready for a new home through AireCanada. Moses and Naomi have had a word with him and Moses explained the lay of the land. Buzz is considering the sage advice. We introduced him to Sarah as a start of his true socialization. She stepped up to the plate and was undeterred by Buzz's opinions. He will learn. The girls have a way of ensuring that happens. Brunswick has been and gone. Scout has progressed from Rooster to something akin to a snake - hissing and gurgling with the occasional set of ratchet-like barks. WE fear for Chantelle on her return. Clem has settled in. We now speak Clem and are at her beck and call with an assortment of water, bones, cheese and walks. She has been taking regular constitutionals up and down the yard several times a day, enjoying the exercise in an area that she well remembers. She can find her way back up the walk and up the steps and knows the time to go to the gate to wait for Chantelle - the most loyal of dogs. Still, she understands Chantelle's proclivity to get lost and is not alarmed at her disappearance, knowing that she will return as soon as she figures out where she took the wrong turn. Jessie is doing great, enjoying the puppy run and her crate.

The house crew are well. Patti was delighted to have an extended period with Felicia. Piper managed the yards and Marilla waited patiently to torture Marguerite who has a 'take no prisoners' attitude and gives back as good as she gets. The puppies are thriving and growing steadily. The Norwich had an extended visit with the outdoors through the evening as Ken rested his eyes during the hockey game. Feeling culpable, he brought them in and stayed up to give them their usual lap time. Abigail showed her appreciation by having a little on - purpose on Ken's leg. His comment when he came to bed " Abigail was mad at me. She was in my lap and I felt this warm sensation down my leg, through my sock and into my slipper. . . it's not funny, Lee. Stop laughing".

Dinner was a great meal at the Grand Banker in Lunenburg with Tony and Karen. Then it was home to Regalridge.

Early mornings - Scout may be hitch hiking to Kennetcook by tomorrow

2011-06-04T07:17:00.000-03:00

Well, we know it has been a while and the only excuse is being a bit busy. All is well. The weather is another story. There was one day of sun on mainland Nova Scotia from May 4 - June 2 according to CBC. And the cold continues. The high today will be 13. Still, there are no tornadoes as were experienced by our great friends in Monson. All is well with Susan and Shirley but their beautiful little New England town has been devastated. Susan was (by her own admission|) in a bathroom with three men that she didn't know) when the tornado went through the town. And the ever hard working Shirley was holding the fort at the kennel. It took Susan hours in what should have been a 20 minute trip and several adventures to manage to get home from the hospital where she had been visiting with her doctor. Amazingly, their property on the Connecticut river (the path of the tornadoes) is unscathed. Shirley's main objection to the storm is that her stove didn't work for two days with the power outage. Priorities after all. Our Ken is planting in spite of the weather. Flowers are doing well - an amazing feat given the lack of sun and heat. The lilacs are in full bloom as is the honeysuckle. The annuals are thriving. And beds are being shored up and expanded, with edging added in many areas. Today, the tomatoes went in and a few seeds put in the vegetable garden - now that will be a miracle indeed if anything materializes. Lee moves from conference call to email to food prep in a blur of activity. Added to her chores has become an end of evening 'throw the toys' game. Clint, Lori, Charlotte, Lily and Marilla have joined forces to insist on this evening entertainment. Charlotte carries her purple toy, Lori carries the ring, Clint has the blue ball and Marilla the red rubber bone. Lily takes whatever is left and Lee begins to throw. Clint is the only one who will actually go and get the item thrown and return it. The rest simply run with their toy of choice to the thrown object, circle and return for the next throw. Lily generally manages three laps to everyone else's one. Charlotte ends the game by laying down.

The kennel is moderately busy. Naomi and Moses are here as Sue has gone to help Joan and Bill return from the sunny and hot South. We hope they may bring some of the sun with them. Little Bella was here to take charge for the week and departed with a wave of her firm little paw. Nemo has taken the ear plugs out. Brunswick arrived for the week end and is sizing Moses up. The Lab who generally worships at her feet isn't in residence this week - we doubt Moses will take on that particular role. Then there is Chantelle's gang. Chantelle and Dawn are in New England so Clem, Scout and JR are at camp. Clem is fluffing up the tile floor with determination. She is navigating the yard well, spent some time at the gate waiting for Chantelle but in general is well settled and hasn't missed a meal. She has both Ken and Lee working hard to keep her happy and approves of their enthusiasm if not their complete ability to speak ';Clem'. Scout has taken on the job of Regalridge rooster. Jessie is fine.

The house crowd (augmented by Chantelle's crew) are all well. Marguerite and her family of Airedale babies are thriving. They are growing, active in their baby way and Marguerite is tickled with them. She has a routine, has divisions for feeding and is a great mom. The happy gang of three girls from the bedroom greet her every morning with heels kicking up over their ears as they head for thee door to go outside. Marguerite's return greeting might be a bit brisk. Billy is enjoying his freedom in the den in the evenings and is offering up his best tricks for everyone's viewing pleasure. From sitting on the hearth in a perfect pose to survey his harem, he moves to the couch for a period of calisthenics. Following that, there is a period of laying of his head on any person available and gazing soulfully in his best Billy-ism, followed by grabbing a shoe or blanket or phone and grinning over his shoulder. Clem claims a bed and orders up her pleasure - to Patti's absolute disgust. Clem barks for service and Patti barks at Clem's insolence. Billy barks to encourage us to join in a game and Scout - well, he just barks. Paula plants herself on Lee's lap and refuses to move, regardless of the activity level or commotion going on around her. Piper puts her paws over her ears and rolls her eyes. The Norwich clap - increasing their approbation in direct proportion to the level of din. Yes, life at Regalridge goes on.

Dinner was a favourite. Pan fried haddock, fiddleheads, baked potatoes and black forest cake with excellent wine. Life is good

Here comes the - cloud

2011-05-30T08:12:00.000-03:00

Well, the weather continues - showers, cloud, hot if the sun makes a five minute appearance then back to showers. In spite of everything from the skies, Our Ken continues to garden. Flowers are the order of the day. He doesn't have the heart for vegetables. There is some potential for tomatoes but seed would do nothing in this weather. The tulips are in their last days (a month late) and the azaleas are blooming with the fruit trees and the strawberries. And the swallows have returned. The most industrious of little birds, they have put an addition on their nest (built on the eave over the back door) so we are in the dark until the babies depart. The little male keeps us company in the early morning, sitting on the wind chime or the bell and singing his songs to the dogs as they go in and out under his beak. He doesn't move as we go about our chores, filling water buckets and cleaning up as he chirps and gurgles not six inches away. There is a great element of trust in that little fellow who was born here and returns annually with his mate. There was a very well attended Atlantic Terrier Association dog walk in Timberlea in the afternoon and the weather actually co-operated. There were Airedales and Welsh, Miniature Schnauzers and a Norfolk, Westies and Staffy Bull owners, all enjoying the break in the weather.

The house dogs are not amused by the weather. Even Charlotte is bemused and spending as much time in doors as out. Marguerite has moved from upstairs down and is happily managing her family in the whelping room. That gives her better access to the kitchen (her favourite room of the house) and better ability to cavort with her cohorts when the whim crosses her mind. The babies are growing quickly. That always amazes us.

Dinner was a result of the Saturday voyage. There were Digby scallops and they were fabulous, accompanied by asparagus and potatoes. Dessert was a blueberry cake. Life is good.

There is sun in the Valley

2011-05-29T07:43:00.000-03:00

All is well and with a little travel, it is now confirmed that there still is a sun. It was a day to venture forth so Lee and Ken departed early (for them) to the Annapolis Valley. The search was for good weather and there it was - a well kept secret, even requiring air conditioning by times. It was apple blossom week end so festivities were at their annual high in the center of the Valley. The van carried on and found its way to the Annapolis market - a perennial favourite. Stocking up on Austrian bread and pastries and some interesting varieties of tomatoes, additional finds included a pottery piece that incorporates a dog and a fabulous hand woven European tablecloth. A little carnival glass rounded out the excursion. Bob, Luella and Gail met us there. Since Newman's has closed there was the question of a new restaurant. A local favourite has new ownership and offered up great seafood. A leisurely return trip up the Valley took the happy travellers to the great nursery in Berwick where yet more pansies and ferns were added to the rapidly filling vehicle. Then it was on to Kentville to torture Tony and Karen for a while. They had lived in relative safety at the top of a hill, 72 rights and lefts off of the main road. The lovely home is no longer safe from Regalridge - may have to move, Tony. Ever the excellent host and hostess, Anjin and Avalon shared their favours and showed off their new palatial apartments custom made by Tony. Home by mid-evening. the greetings from the Airedales and Welsh were boisterous. Chantelle eventually made her good byes and tawdled off home, only to have a close and personal encounter with some uniformed law officers - with Our Ken offering up his standard "hmph - told you so" high road response to her phone call. Such a diplomat is Our Ken.

The kennel is quiet. Chantelle spent the day trimming dogs with a new Irish added to her mix. Little Bella is partying hard, having heard the rumour that she will be going home soon. She is the happiest character on the planet, we reckon.

The house dogs are well. Clem has enjoyed her Regalridge visit, is perking up now that the weather is improving and her seasonal alopecia is clearing to make way for a new Airedale coat. Marguerite and the family are well. She is a great mother and seems to enjoy her puppies in true Airedale fashion. Watching the Airedales in the yards early in the day, there is always that moment in the year when the grass has greened, the leaves are new and bright and the beautiful Airedales look their best. Felicia is trimming Atlas. She has done an incredible job to this point and with his spring look, stood out as a true 'champion' against the bright greens.

Dinner - well, it was collected based on what was open in Elmsdale. Enough said.

There are leaves with no sun - how could that happen

2011-05-28T07:05:00.000-03:00

We are back. Lee was away for a bit so the blog was interrupted. The weather is not worth speaking of - wet, cool, damp, cool, raining, cool, threatening to rain, cool, heavy overcast and occasionally humid. The brief glimpses of sun brought scorching heat. Spring has been a mess. The big news in Our Ken's world is a new lawn tractor. He invested a fair amount for a more comfortable seat as far as anyone can tell when listening to him extol the virtues. The sad part is that gardening is all but impossible with this weather. There are flowers in - who knows if they will do anything but the many bags of soil and fertilizer certainly make the most attractive beds around. There is some hmphing surrounding the solar lights that are giving up after years of stalwart service and even more on the fact that it's not worth planting vegetables.because of the ground conditions. Interestingly, there is the potential for a significant strawberry crop. Last year it was blackberries in abundance. The year before raspberries. Thank goodness the berry fairies alternate to give Lee some slack. Chantelle is planning, planning, planning for her trip to the US in the upcoming week. There is excitement mounting.

The kennel is quiet. The end of May and June seem to be the quiet times. Little Bella is in residence and has received her gold star for brightest little light in the kennel. Our Ken is delighted with her antics and she is delighted with life in general, kicking up her little heels and always tickled to work with whoever it is that is speaking with her. Laurel is here and in season.

The house dogs are fine. May has a new routine in the morning that involves soaking her favourite treats , following those up with potion. She is a happy Norwich. Abigail needed some hair attention and is sporting a Silky Terrier look that is highly interesting. Laurel has us dancing attendance as she stalls in her season. No point in making this too easy. Marguerite has babies and is looking after them with Airedale aplomb. They are a beautiful litter.

Dinner was the Redwood with Debbie. It was a fabulous meal - ranging from haddock to Crepes with everything imaginable in between. All were impressed as is usual at this restaurant.

Rain - now and forever

2011-05-17T08:25:00.000-03:00

Guess what - it is still raining. The water table is now so high that the ground is offering up pools of water. All rubber boots are at the ready and so well used that the odd one springs a leak. Duct tape to the rescue. Piper has enquired about boots and Jack now flatly refuses to go down to his run, preferring the solid deck to the squishy ground. The resistance is expanding. Lee managed a trip to the city with Marguerite. Ken went the opposite way to Truro for meetings. The Toyota got it's spring shoes on and they are a good fit. Our Ken is pleased. There is lots of organizing as Lee gets ready for a trip West. And life continues to unfold.

The kennel is emptying out. Barrett departed with a most interesting procedure - one known only to elite trainers, perhaps. It seems to involve a bouncing Gordon departing without a leash or a person, returning happily when called and then doing a dance that any Dancing With the Starts contestant would envy. This manoeuvre is followed by a routine that seems to require the dog going underneath the elite trainer, another that shows off his big ears particularly well and finally there may have been a sit (not an obvious one but a sharp eye may have picked it up) prior to the collar slipping over the head. Leashing a terrier sure is boring by comparison. Old Willie left with a spring in his step and a wave. His owner was mighty impressed by his new mobility. Jax bolted off of the property with his owner, complaining about the terrible weather and Ken's exercise program. His owner was laughing. Margaret and Shillelagh remain in full voice and Lucy Airedale is keeping an eye on them. She can't imagine what it is they talk about with such clarity but agrees that it must be complicated since ti takes such long and detailed conversation. Ceilidh has now settled into a run next to her hero Sarah and is as happy as a little Wheaten can be. The outdoors holds great allure since she can actually touch Sarah when they are in the exercise yard. That is just perfect in Ceilidh's mind.

The house dogs remain indoors as much as is possible. Paula, Jack and the Norwich were out on the deck before dinner and Abigail stomped back into the house claiming that we are trying to drown her. She has ordered picket signs. Marguerite is well and truly pregnant. There will be Airedale puppies in the near future. And Laurel is in season and is coming for a Regalridge visit. Billy is enjoying the run of the house in the evening and has a routine developed to amuse Lee that includes a roll on the couch, his head on her head, a run around the den and incremental bouncing. It is quite a production - perhaps a run up to a Cirque de Soleil audition.

Dinner was lovely chicken with Lee's grandmother's pasta and tomato casserole. Since Ken did not recognize it, this may be its' first appearance in 30 years. It was as good as Lee remembered and Our Ken approved. And dessert was a Ken favourite - Girl Guide cookies . . .

Showers are not considered an improvement

2011-05-16T07:44:00.000-03:00

Our Ken has given up and is digging in the mud. The forecast is for rain, rain adn more rain so he has decided to ready flower beds and put in his annuals come what may. Finding a dry enough period, he even manged to mow. It is amazing that grass grows without sun. Lee managed a full day with the morning at REgalridge, early afternoon at the dog show and mid-afternoon through early evening at the nursing home visiting with Shelagh. Shelagh was in good spirits, watching oen of Chantelle's videos on her computer when Lee arrived. Pausing the movie, they had a great chat about Shelagh's dogs (with specific and pointed questions about Abigail), the wins at the dog shows and the advent and lineage of the Reserve Best In Show award. Shelagh reminded Lee of the background of several exhibitors, dogs they had previously shown and the evolution of the individual's dog show history. It was the best visit in a very and testament to Shelagh's progress in speech and strength. A lobster roll from Regalridge rounded out the visit. Shelagh was highly pleased. The winning photo for Avalon's Best Puppy In Show arrived and is incredibly well done. She looks fabulous.

The kennel continues to be busy. Margaret and Shillelagh are in charge of advising the perimeter of the presence of the visitors. Old Bailey departed with a wave and promise to return. Ceilidh and Sarah held the fort in yard four with Nemo. They were supplanted by Trebia and Barrett for the afternoon at the races moments. There is the Derby, the Belmont and the Barrett and Trebia. Old Willie continues to do his miles and is in good form as well as excellent spirits. He enjoys the pot pie and had brown rice cooked to accompany it for tomorrow's breakfast. That and his Glyco Flex have turned him into a new dog - at 18 that is a feat. Mischka departed for the next while with the intent to return for a very long visit as a result of his owner's leaving the country in the next couple of months. Jax is happy to remain inside and rest up for the next meal.. Our Ken believes in exercise so Jax is encouraged and cajoled, making it outside on a regular if grudging basis.

The house dogs are well and happy. Marguerite is broadening and as happy as she can be. She looks to Lee to be the accompaniment to her team of two and ignores Ken unless she has a particular torture developed for him. Most recently, it was the customization of his favourite hat that he brought up from Virginia. Two points for Marguerite. Patti is well and keeping everyone in line. She is not a fan of wet weather so exerts her authority sporadically in this weather. The herding Norwich continue their heel nipping ways. and all but Marguerite ignore them.

Dinner was grilled pork with potatoes, grilled apple and new carrots. That worked.

Of cats and dogs

2011-05-15T08:20:00.000-03:00

It was a busy Saturday at Camp Regalridge. Lee had a date with some Toy dogs at Dartmouth's Kennel Club show. Our Ken had a date with the garden. Good thing Felicia was here to keep things under control. Chantelle had a wild party in Kennetcook (On checking late evening to ensure the village was still intact, the report was that all six beer had been consumed by the two wild partiers and that a pizza had been consumed). No doubt Scout was not impressed. He has rules after all. Annuals are now planted and the flower beds are perking up nicely. There is some consideration being given to moving the bedside tables to the foot of the bed. While it would seem an unorthodox treatment in the bedroom, it might offer some increased sleep. Sir Einstein has the regular need for a drink during the night and why would a cat go downstairs to his own water, or into the bathroom where there is always water for a cat or to the dish in the bedroom when he can simply walk on the heads of the people taking up too much room on his bed and drink from their night table glasses. Our Ken has decided to become a bit more vocal in his objections to this nightly ritual (seems the cat feet pulling his hair are a tad bothersome), waking Lee, Billy and Piper. Billy is not over fond of the tabby so generally supports Our Ken's protest and then the whole house is rocking. Lee is considering the nightstand move.

The kennel stays busy and Lucy Airedale arrived to add to the levity. Related to Naomi, she expresses her opinions freely, joining Margaret and Shillelagh. The little Welsh are back in charge and have rested up so are in full voice Old Willie spent the full day marching around the kennel interior perimeter. He seems tickled with his new found ambulatory abilities and is practising with a big smile (and to top his great day, he had his favourite chicken pot pie for dinner). Old Bailey, Ceilidh Wheaten, Nemo and Sarah are enjoying each others' company. Ceilidh will not go out without Sarah. Her reluctance to leave her own run for the larger yards has vanished and she flies to the yards to find her hero. This is a collegial is a disparate crew of short and long leg, dark and light coat and long and trimmed hair. It is an interesting exercise yard. Barrett and Trebia are having a whale of a time. Ball games abounded because Felicia was here on this damp day. Jax is a real character. Trying to get him outdoors now elicits a sit with his paws up in the air - quite a manoeuvre for a huge Labrador and one that elicits a laugh every time. Mischka is in residence and managing nicely, a very active senior OES. He is sociable with Jax but misses Raggs. Raggs is a real draw with the other dogs.

The house dogs are thriving. Piper has had a good start on a haircut. Felicia is now queen of the stripping comb after a short lesson from Ken. Piper has benefited greatly from that knowledge. The great Norwich hunter remains chuffed and early morning brought our her herding abilities. A la Sheltie, she nipped at the heels of each Airedale, hurrying them on their way outside for the first spin. Marguerite was not amused. She now has both Paula and Abigail in her sights. The rest ignore her. May provides vocal accompaniment.

With Lee gone for the day, the kitchen was quiet.

The sun still shines in parts of the world

2011-05-14T07:31:00.000-03:00

There was a slight interruption in the blog as Lee and Ken drove to Yarmouth to give a Town Council presentation and Council's regular meeting. And guess what - there is still a yellow orb in the sky. It just doesn't seem to shine over the center of the Province. The weather in Yarmouth and environs was fabulous. The lobster was plentiful and in Yarmouth fashion was served in a white sauce over toast, in rolls and in the shell, in a lighter sauce in a bowl and in eggs at breakfast. The grocery store sells lobster for 5.65/lb and the happy travellers did their best to support the local economy. Council was welcoming and the Council chamber magnificent. An early 20th century building houses the Town Hall, renovated but retaining much of its character. The Annapolis Valley is well behind in planting. The fields remain muddy red and a tractor would be swallowed whole before any tilling could occur. The only crop in evidence is the dandelion.

The kennel is still rocking. Mischka is managing well but not amused by the weather. His ins and outs are much quicker than would usually be the case. That is a situation that is emulated by the Labrador Jax. Jax is quite simply an indoor fellow. He loves his indoor run and simply plants his considerable girth when encouraged to go outside - whether it is to his outdoor run or to the exercise yard. You never know when food could appear and you wouldn't want to miss is is Mr Jax credo. Barrett is here and woo wooing his way through life with Trebia. He is always tickled to be at the kennel and his Gordon Setter feathers are flying as the two race around yard four. What a pair - the sleek and lithe Cirneco racing the elegant Setter. Miss Ceilidh is still the shadow of Sarah Airedale and seems to enjoy any thought that Sarah decides to share. Old Bailey joins there rambles through the yard, offering Golden sentiments once she is bribed to go outside. Now ti takes both her own leash and a treat to convince her that the walk is worthwhile. Nemo enjoys Bailey but is pretty sure that he has heard that his dear love Lucy is coming to visit soon so is saving himself for that blessed event. Old Willie has become so mobile that he now prefers to stay outside as long as is possible - this with a dog who could barely stand when he arrived. Glyco Flex is working its magic and Willie's ambulation is remarkable. Giving Chantelle his back on more than one occasion as she tried to close the kennel on Thursday night, she finally resorted to picking the old fellow up and carrying him in to bed. Willie was not amused. He is pretty sure Raggs has simply been misplaced and that if he looks hard enough he will find her.

Monday is the day for the x-ray for our pregnant Marguerite. In the interim, Piper is certain she is pregnant (the fact that she isn't bred means nothing, of course) and tried to convince anyone who would listen that she needs to be somewhere special to have the puppies that she doesn't have in her tummy. All were happy to see the return of Ken and Lee, if only to tell of their adventures. It is always interesting to reconnect with the Regalridge crew. They respond with huge affection if we have been away a night or a week. This return brought little dog stories - big stories. Now think about Abigail - she weighs about 8 pounds and is very close to the ground. She is 11+ and has more enthusiasm than capability. Well, she now has a Great Hunter badge to add to her sash. Felicia went out to check on her charges on the deck off of the kitchen to find Abigail prone on the deck glaring fiercely at Paula Welsh who was dancing around her in full voice. May and Jack were ignoring the entire scene. Picking the anxiety filled Paula up, Felicia was rewarded with a Welsh talking to as Abigail stood to give her little toothless Norwich self a shake and reveal her prize - a squirrel had succumbed and it was Abigail's prize. With almost no teeth, no height and no previous hunting experience, little Abigail had her a squirrel and was hoping Felicia might have a tasty recipe that she could offer up for a special dinner. Paula was incensed and Felicia taken aback. The prey has now been given a proper burial. Abigail is furious and Paula says she tells fibs. Who knows what happened.

Diner was catered by Swiss Chalet - it was late.

Rain simply won't stop

2011-05-11T07:34:00.000-03:00

And it rains. No sign of a change - the front is stationary and how that can be with the winds that are constant is hard to say. Phil the pheasant and his girlfriend still come daily for Ken's meals. They spend a bit less time under the chestnut tree but are a constant in the morning. They seem to be the only critters around who are accepting of the miserable weather. Nobody has shared with Phil that his feathers aren't quite as resplendent when wet. Our Ken managed a trip to the city to collect several shrubs that had taken his eye on his earlier voyage this week. Betsy was full as she drove back into the yard. Gardening will have to move into high gear if the weather co-operates.

Raggs departed and Willie is bereft. He is very uncertain that Ken would be cold hearted enough to lose the love of his life but did approve his meal of fettuccine Alfredo and chicken cutlet. There are compensations. Everyone waved to Raggs and went back to sleep. Bailey is at a stage where ever her own leash is not enough motivation to get her to go out to the exercise area so a bribe has been instituted. That works. Poe is managing the inside area of the kennel and takes a very short spin outside. Jax the Labrador who should like the water form the sky is underwhelmed beyond words. Moving to the exercise area creates a need to sing his "let me back in' song. Ceilidh is a fast friend of Sarah and adores 'her Airedale'. She is a lovely little character and easy to manage.

The Airedales and Welsh are spending their days on their beds in the den, keeping Patti company and thinking of the summer days ahead. Spring has been a wash out. Jack is not a water dog and resists mightily as we encourage him to take a spin in his yard. Only Lily seems to shake off the elements and enjoy life as only a puppy can. Marilla has planted herself firmly on the couch and opens one eye if anyone is silly enough to encourage her to move - people included. The Norwich are occasionally found perched on top of her (they eventually move because Marilla is going nowhere). Ken thought he might sit down - she encouraged him to go elsewhere. Marguerite has moved into the house and is delighted. She keeps Lee in line and plots against Ken - at the moment, she is ahead.

Dinner was a lovely fettuccine Alfredo with a chicken cutlet with a great tomato and Parmesan sauce. Life is good.