Guess what - it is still raining. The water table is now so high that the ground is offering up pools of water. All rubber boots are at the ready and so well used that the odd one springs a leak. Duct tape to the rescue. Piper has enquired about boots and Jack now flatly refuses to go down to his run, preferring the solid deck to the squishy ground. The resistance is expanding. Lee managed a trip to the city with Marguerite. Ken went the opposite way to Truro for meetings. The Toyota got it's spring shoes on and they are a good fit. Our Ken is pleased. There is lots of organizing as Lee gets ready for a trip West. And life continues to unfold.
The kennel is emptying out. Barrett departed with a most interesting procedure - one known only to elite trainers, perhaps. It seems to involve a bouncing Gordon departing without a leash or a person, returning happily when called and then doing a dance that any Dancing With the Starts contestant would envy. This manoeuvre is followed by a routine that seems to require the dog going underneath the elite trainer, another that shows off his big ears particularly well and finally there may have been a sit (not an obvious one but a sharp eye may have picked it up) prior to the collar slipping over the head. Leashing a terrier sure is boring by comparison. Old Willie left with a spring in his step and a wave. His owner was mighty impressed by his new mobility. Jax bolted off of the property with his owner, complaining about the terrible weather and Ken's exercise program. His owner was laughing. Margaret and Shillelagh remain in full voice and Lucy Airedale is keeping an eye on them. She can't imagine what it is they talk about with such clarity but agrees that it must be complicated since ti takes such long and detailed conversation. Ceilidh has now settled into a run next to her hero Sarah and is as happy as a little Wheaten can be. The outdoors holds great allure since she can actually touch Sarah when they are in the exercise yard. That is just perfect in Ceilidh's mind.
The house dogs remain indoors as much as is possible. Paula, Jack and the Norwich were out on the deck before dinner and Abigail stomped back into the house claiming that we are trying to drown her. She has ordered picket signs. Marguerite is well and truly pregnant. There will be Airedale puppies in the near future. And Laurel is in season and is coming for a Regalridge visit. Billy is enjoying the run of the house in the evening and has a routine developed to amuse Lee that includes a roll on the couch, his head on her head, a run around the den and incremental bouncing. It is quite a production - perhaps a run up to a Cirque de Soleil audition.
Dinner was lovely chicken with Lee's grandmother's pasta and tomato casserole. Since Ken did not recognize it, this may be its' first appearance in 30 years. It was as good as Lee remembered and Our Ken approved. And dessert was a Ken favourite - Girl Guide cookies . . .
The kennel is emptying out. Barrett departed with a most interesting procedure - one known only to elite trainers, perhaps. It seems to involve a bouncing Gordon departing without a leash or a person, returning happily when called and then doing a dance that any Dancing With the Starts contestant would envy. This manoeuvre is followed by a routine that seems to require the dog going underneath the elite trainer, another that shows off his big ears particularly well and finally there may have been a sit (not an obvious one but a sharp eye may have picked it up) prior to the collar slipping over the head. Leashing a terrier sure is boring by comparison. Old Willie left with a spring in his step and a wave. His owner was mighty impressed by his new mobility. Jax bolted off of the property with his owner, complaining about the terrible weather and Ken's exercise program. His owner was laughing. Margaret and Shillelagh remain in full voice and Lucy Airedale is keeping an eye on them. She can't imagine what it is they talk about with such clarity but agrees that it must be complicated since ti takes such long and detailed conversation. Ceilidh has now settled into a run next to her hero Sarah and is as happy as a little Wheaten can be. The outdoors holds great allure since she can actually touch Sarah when they are in the exercise yard. That is just perfect in Ceilidh's mind.
The house dogs remain indoors as much as is possible. Paula, Jack and the Norwich were out on the deck before dinner and Abigail stomped back into the house claiming that we are trying to drown her. She has ordered picket signs. Marguerite is well and truly pregnant. There will be Airedale puppies in the near future. And Laurel is in season and is coming for a Regalridge visit. Billy is enjoying the run of the house in the evening and has a routine developed to amuse Lee that includes a roll on the couch, his head on her head, a run around the den and incremental bouncing. It is quite a production - perhaps a run up to a Cirque de Soleil audition.
Dinner was lovely chicken with Lee's grandmother's pasta and tomato casserole. Since Ken did not recognize it, this may be its' first appearance in 30 years. It was as good as Lee remembered and Our Ken approved. And dessert was a Ken favourite - Girl Guide cookies . . .
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