Tomorrow will be warm

The weather is not yet spring-like.  Cold winds, flurries, frozen water and all things winter were in evidence.  The forecast is for improvement, but then, it would be hard to worsen, wouldn't it.  In spite of the cold, the ground is giving up the frost it has managed to develop and mud has become the order of the day.  The dogs are delighted and what can't be carried in on their feet is being ingested to be shared in other ways.  Our Ken is enjoying burning season.  With easterly winds, precipitation and cold weather, the piles of brush and fence that Jimmy didn't decide to take home to torture Dawn into unloading have been turned to ash in an inferno that any decent movie producer would covet.  Life is good when you can build a good fire is Our Ken's motto.  Young Reg called mid-day to provide an update on the Calgary snow storm.  They have had a hard winter in the foothills of the Rockies and are looking forward to spring. It was a day to regroup for Lee.  Having had a week of his own cooking, there was a lip going on that had to be managed.  Muffins began the day followed by a trucker's breakfast for the fireman.   Dawn's chili was the order of the day for lunch with the great crescent rolls from last week.  And dinner was the favourite so all is back to normal in Ken's world.  We breathe a sigh of relief.  Late afternoon Ken loaded the van and took Trebia to visit Shelagh.  That went well. 

The kennel is doing well.  Savannah arrived at dinner time, checked out every inch of the walk to the kennel and found a run that suited her.  She is a great girl and has enjoyed her migration from Virginia to Halifax.  Little Sherlock greeted her and welcomed her in Sherlock fashion to his kennel.  He is Poodle-in-charge and a congenial little emperor of all he surveys.  Abby is Savannah's neighbour and took the addition in her stride, only a little disappointed that it wasn't another Labrador.  Barrett ignored the arrival of a Welsh - he has Trebia after all.  Ken came in at one point shaking his head.  When asked for an explanation, he turned his back to show two very large paw prints on the top of his shoulders - Barrett had decided to give him a Setter-hug.  So very thoughtful is our Barrett. 

The house dogs were happy, for the most part, to stay near the fire on dog beds.  Piper helped in the kitchen, ably aided by Nick and Dolly.  Ever faithful, the Norwich curled up in their kitchen bed, able to keep a close eye on the activity level.  Grooming is on-going as Ken gets dogs ready for the show season and also does the spring updates.  Scooter had a bath and the beginning of a haircut.  Nick was done earlier in the week as was Billy.  The boys are taking shape.  We notice that a dog we bred with the Clarks went Best of Winners at the American National Floating specialty in Texas.  Nick can be proud of his contribution to that win.  Paula had good lap time since we had to watch both the VCU basketball game and the Toronto hockey game.  Go Toronto Go!

Dinner was the ubiquitous prime rib - Ken's absolute favourite meal.  Roast potatoes were perfect (Delia's recipe) as was the fresh asparagus with fresh parm.  Life was complete and Ken's world is not turning properly on its axis.  We await tomorrow with a smile . . .