It was a snow day - the first of the season. And Our Ken blew snow - the drive, the kennel perimeter, walkways, paths to the feeders and even to the compost container, there was snow flying and Our Ken marching. The man does love snow. And given the lack of the white stuff to this stage, the Airedales celebrated the arrival of winter with their snowplow imitations and general jocularity. Looking like polar bears entering the house, they rolled, cavorted and stuck those heads in every mound. Charlotte loves it best and would not be convinced that the den was a superior spot as the wind came up and the snow blew. Even Piper enjoyed the change in tempo and offered up her new look to Lee - a Lee who was somewhat less than amused by a polar-Airedale in her lap.
The kennel managed well during the storm. Micah and Sadie departed, waving good by to Mischka as they mentioned to their owner that he was a bit later than they had anticipated on departure day. We didn't hear his reply? Mischka was quickly repatriated to the double run and has settled for the remainder of his stay. Ancient Willie (now 18) is coping with kennel life. He has been with us for so long that even at his advanced age he knows the routines and manages his affairs as he has always done. His meals of choice are being prepared by Lee, including his favourite rice and burger. Of course, there is the potion on the side.
And the house dogs are rejuvenated. Patti tired herself out to the point that she slept in the den over night. It was simply not worth the bother of getting up for the parade. Old Jack the Welsh was not happy with the weather and refused the deck, preferring a quick wander under cover of the porch and a return to his cozy bed. The Norwich agreed.
Lunch was a tomato soup from the summer tomatoes. With basil and parsley, it was just the ticket on a snowy day. Dinner was well received - a roast of pork (with a marmalade crust) accompanied by glazed, roasted parsnips, rutabaga, mashed potatoes, gravy and good wine. Our Ken was pleased
The kennel managed well during the storm. Micah and Sadie departed, waving good by to Mischka as they mentioned to their owner that he was a bit later than they had anticipated on departure day. We didn't hear his reply? Mischka was quickly repatriated to the double run and has settled for the remainder of his stay. Ancient Willie (now 18) is coping with kennel life. He has been with us for so long that even at his advanced age he knows the routines and manages his affairs as he has always done. His meals of choice are being prepared by Lee, including his favourite rice and burger. Of course, there is the potion on the side.
And the house dogs are rejuvenated. Patti tired herself out to the point that she slept in the den over night. It was simply not worth the bother of getting up for the parade. Old Jack the Welsh was not happy with the weather and refused the deck, preferring a quick wander under cover of the porch and a return to his cozy bed. The Norwich agreed.
Lunch was a tomato soup from the summer tomatoes. With basil and parsley, it was just the ticket on a snowy day. Dinner was well received - a roast of pork (with a marmalade crust) accompanied by glazed, roasted parsnips, rutabaga, mashed potatoes, gravy and good wine. Our Ken was pleased
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