Superbowl Sunday dawned bright and clear - the storm fizzled but the overnight precipitation created a mess. Apparently it 'slushed' all night. Under that was, of course, ice. And that will be February. Our Ken spent his morning with the snow blower (on treads thank goodness). For some reason, it worked and the slush has been managed Now, if there were an ice moving machine . . . The weather changed as the day went on, getting cooler as we worked through the day. Lee did Superbowl meal prep. Ken managed the kennel and kept up the side in the garage - who knows what goes on there.
The kennel is quiet. Mischka departed on schedule with a wave of the paw. Willie continues to hold up the geriatric ward with Max supporting his efforts. Willie is eating well - today brown rice and hamburger were well received. Max is on vacation. He hasn't missed a meal, is walking well and is napping - now on the sheepskin mat that he has decided is preferable to a blanket. Ken secured his bed to an area or his inside run so that he doesn't have to feel the need to apply his decorating skills. That seems to have relieved that worry.
The house dogs are fine - some more fine than others. You see, Sir Atlas of the Tidy Ways decided that a bit of kitchen help was needed during the meal. Rather than putting our counter surfer in a crate, Our Ken opened the door and invited all and sundry in for a romp just as dinner had been set out. It was Lee 2, Ken 2 and Atlas 4 at the end of the scramble. Next time pizza will be a search and find project that comes in a box. Piper continues in the kennel and is singularly underwhelmed. Paula is even more delighted with her addition to the world now that he has eyes and is ambulatory. She sits with him at her side, gazing adoringly at her wonderful feat. We smile.
Dinner was as American as Lee could make it given Superbowl Sunday. There was Chex Mix - and Our Ken highly approved; Wispride port wine spread with Club crackers and at Ken's request, Lee's wonderful homemade pizza. At least we didn't over eat the way a certain Airedale did. Dessert was a fabulous carrot cake - America's Test Kitchen recipe - with the added raisins and toasted walnuts, of course. It was a late night and Ken's team was victorious - he has been a Packer fan for decades, largely because of their ownership structure and the conceptual development of the team. And life goes on
The kennel is quiet. Mischka departed on schedule with a wave of the paw. Willie continues to hold up the geriatric ward with Max supporting his efforts. Willie is eating well - today brown rice and hamburger were well received. Max is on vacation. He hasn't missed a meal, is walking well and is napping - now on the sheepskin mat that he has decided is preferable to a blanket. Ken secured his bed to an area or his inside run so that he doesn't have to feel the need to apply his decorating skills. That seems to have relieved that worry.
The house dogs are fine - some more fine than others. You see, Sir Atlas of the Tidy Ways decided that a bit of kitchen help was needed during the meal. Rather than putting our counter surfer in a crate, Our Ken opened the door and invited all and sundry in for a romp just as dinner had been set out. It was Lee 2, Ken 2 and Atlas 4 at the end of the scramble. Next time pizza will be a search and find project that comes in a box. Piper continues in the kennel and is singularly underwhelmed. Paula is even more delighted with her addition to the world now that he has eyes and is ambulatory. She sits with him at her side, gazing adoringly at her wonderful feat. We smile.
Dinner was as American as Lee could make it given Superbowl Sunday. There was Chex Mix - and Our Ken highly approved; Wispride port wine spread with Club crackers and at Ken's request, Lee's wonderful homemade pizza. At least we didn't over eat the way a certain Airedale did. Dessert was a fabulous carrot cake - America's Test Kitchen recipe - with the added raisins and toasted walnuts, of course. It was a late night and Ken's team was victorious - he has been a Packer fan for decades, largely because of their ownership structure and the conceptual development of the team. And life goes on
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