It is officially cold. In the minus double digits, the house was far more appealing than the out of doors, and the dogs had more sense than one among us. As the beds were spread through the den and Lee made her daily phone call to her brother, a sad face appeared in the office doorway. Do I have a bruise on my face a pitiful voice asked. Why would you want to know the ever-compassionate Lee responded. I fell was the reply. Our Ken was in the garage - who knows why - and tripped, landing on his face. Anyone else would have had to be hospitalized. Our Ken dusted himself off and soldiered on, admitting much, much later that the world was a little blurry for a while but all better now! He will call the doctor. Chantelle was visiting and threatened to weight the male among us and tie him down to recuperate, only to listen to 'don't know what all the fuss is about . . .'. The only thing that supported a rest was the Dog Show on ABC followed by the two football games. Some rest did ensue. And little Lily is having an adventure. Chantelle bundled her into the car and took her to her house for some broadening of her horizons. WE only hope she will return with some hair left on her body.
The kennel is well, Mischka is thriving as an ancient OES can do and Trebia is complaining bitterly about cold weather and the need for a fur coat. Sarah smiles.
The dogs parked on beds for the afternoon and evening, happy to have heat, good grub and humans at their beck and call. Marguerite was in the house for the day, tickled to be able to assist Lee. She eventually agreed to go to the kennel at bedtime, with the expressed desire to return to her rightful spot in the kitchen.
Meals weren't bad. There was an oatmeal raisin custard for breakfast with homemade sausage and the lovely boule. Dinner was grilled steak, mushrooms and onions, potatoes and fresh green beans followed by chocolate pudding. Ken was happy - even happier when he heard that an enchilada and a good amount of the dreaded rice accompanied Chantelle on her trip home.
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