It was an early meeting day for Ken as he hopped in the car and headed for Truro. But before leaving, there was the little matter of the new curved lane that had appeared on the front lawn. Now keep in mind, Our Ken regularly follows the snow blower up the lawn, creating a path from the front door to the gates. This was yet another path, leading from the chestnut tree to . . . the other side of the lawn. Snow in the yard is likely 30 cm deep so what is the new path? A mumbled response required follow up. Excuse me, I didn't hear you elicited a terse "pheasants". Yes, Our Ken is now blowing a path for the pheasants - likely the only pheasant run in Eastern Canada. If a red carpet appears, we are on our way to a nice professional . . .
The kennel is quiet. The geriatric ward is thriving with Willie eating well and Max managing admirably. Max is eating well, going out and in charge, having a nice growl at Scooter. She exercised her vocal chords as Max walked past and that required she be admonished. Ken advised that he was a 'good fellow'. Trebia and Sarah are managing number four run and enjoying winter. Charlie arrived for a good stay - intending to spend February with his Regalridge friends. He settled in nicely and will be introduced to Lola (his step-sister) this week.
the house dogs are thriving. Patti retains control of the yard and now, the evening parade to the bedroom, not an inconsiderable feat given 14 steps to the second floor. She is living her best life and giving it her all. Marguerite is enjoying every second in the house. As Lee settled for the evening news, Marguerite settled on the big couch - stretched the entire length and looking for all the world like Princess Lexi. Good thing Piper is in the kennel - that would have completely undone her.
Dinner was a little different. Out came the rubber mallet and chicken breasts were reduced to thin scallops. Floured and pan fried, a chicken picatta was developed using a lovely sparkling Sauvignon blanc as a sauce base. With creamed potatoes and peas followed by the great carrot cake, And we move on
The kennel is quiet. The geriatric ward is thriving with Willie eating well and Max managing admirably. Max is eating well, going out and in charge, having a nice growl at Scooter. She exercised her vocal chords as Max walked past and that required she be admonished. Ken advised that he was a 'good fellow'. Trebia and Sarah are managing number four run and enjoying winter. Charlie arrived for a good stay - intending to spend February with his Regalridge friends. He settled in nicely and will be introduced to Lola (his step-sister) this week.
the house dogs are thriving. Patti retains control of the yard and now, the evening parade to the bedroom, not an inconsiderable feat given 14 steps to the second floor. She is living her best life and giving it her all. Marguerite is enjoying every second in the house. As Lee settled for the evening news, Marguerite settled on the big couch - stretched the entire length and looking for all the world like Princess Lexi. Good thing Piper is in the kennel - that would have completely undone her.
Dinner was a little different. Out came the rubber mallet and chicken breasts were reduced to thin scallops. Floured and pan fried, a chicken picatta was developed using a lovely sparkling Sauvignon blanc as a sauce base. With creamed potatoes and peas followed by the great carrot cake, And we move on
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