`It was the end of the work week - and why should that matter. After all, we are retired! But the rest of the world seems to revolve around that Monday to Friday period so we simply follow. Chantelle arrived with supper in hand - a great surprise and break. Lee spent the day back and forth to the village. There was banking to be done and groceries to move from the store to the house. The liquor store was losing ground and needed her attention. And then there was the return to Fortress Regalridge. You see, Our Ken determined that additional measures had needed to be taken to secure the perimeter and added yet another barrier to what is already an almost impenetrable set of contraptions at the front gates. Lee had no idea how to get in. Use the cell phone, you are thinking. Well, that would work if the cell phone battery hadn't conspired with Our Ken - 'low battery' it admonished. There was some contemplation of returning to |Piercey's and simply purchasing an axe.
The kennel is ticking along. Mischka has his bags packed in anticipation of leaving soon. Willie is managing surprisingly well, eating his hamburger and rice and leading Ken a merry chase - you have to picture the 18 year old dog in the lead! |Old Max the Welsh loves his bed. He curls up in the big comforter and snoozes, goes out on the lead and returns for another nap. He hasn't missed a meal and is doing well - can't let Willie think a Welsh can't keep up in the geriatric ward. Liard is sharing his thoughts freely and playing catch-me-if-u-can, his favourite game. His latest trick is to dive between Ken's legs, thinking that taking him for a spin might be a new option. Ken thought not. Trebia and Sarah are looking after Nemo in yard four. That keeps old Nemo fit and brighter than he might otherwise be.
The house dogs are well and busy. They do love the snow on bright and sunny days. Marguerite spent her day as close to Lee as was possible, a bit surprised that Ken wasn't as warm and fuzzy as usual in his dealings with her. Paula's little prince is as wide as he is long and she is particularly proud of his progress. He is finding his voice, has his eyes open and is a great fellow in every way. Charlotte had to spend some quality time enticing Piper out of her pile of beds. That accomplished, she leapt over Nick, landing squarely on the three beds that were topped by a dog couch. Her head went to the arm and snoring followed about 1 1/2 seconds later. That little show followed Lori's sleep maneuvers - ending in an Airedale on her back, feet in the air on a bed next to Ken. They are all well and truly tired at the end of these winter days of Airedale fun.
Dinner was take out - yahoo!
The kennel is ticking along. Mischka has his bags packed in anticipation of leaving soon. Willie is managing surprisingly well, eating his hamburger and rice and leading Ken a merry chase - you have to picture the 18 year old dog in the lead! |Old Max the Welsh loves his bed. He curls up in the big comforter and snoozes, goes out on the lead and returns for another nap. He hasn't missed a meal and is doing well - can't let Willie think a Welsh can't keep up in the geriatric ward. Liard is sharing his thoughts freely and playing catch-me-if-u-can, his favourite game. His latest trick is to dive between Ken's legs, thinking that taking him for a spin might be a new option. Ken thought not. Trebia and Sarah are looking after Nemo in yard four. That keeps old Nemo fit and brighter than he might otherwise be.
The house dogs are well and busy. They do love the snow on bright and sunny days. Marguerite spent her day as close to Lee as was possible, a bit surprised that Ken wasn't as warm and fuzzy as usual in his dealings with her. Paula's little prince is as wide as he is long and she is particularly proud of his progress. He is finding his voice, has his eyes open and is a great fellow in every way. Charlotte had to spend some quality time enticing Piper out of her pile of beds. That accomplished, she leapt over Nick, landing squarely on the three beds that were topped by a dog couch. Her head went to the arm and snoring followed about 1 1/2 seconds later. That little show followed Lori's sleep maneuvers - ending in an Airedale on her back, feet in the air on a bed next to Ken. They are all well and truly tired at the end of these winter days of Airedale fun.
Dinner was take out - yahoo!
No comments:
Post a Comment