Cold and rain - why does it take the weather channel 24 hours to repeat themselves - point to ponder. Even Charlotte seems to find the constancy of this chilly damp season less than thrilling. Our Ken manages a few hours a day moving about the property but is chased inside by mid-afternoon by the deluge. There are flowers, hardy little souls offering bright patches of colour and defying the tenet that sun and/or warmth is required. Lee watches from the office. The CKC keeps her out of trouble and chained to the computer, much to Einstein's delight. Jo and Mary shipped a box to buoy Regalridge spirits - a new lead for Ken that found its way to his pocket in a flash, books to occupy Lee, teas to warm the weather (everyone needs orange tea with chocolate cookies just out of the oven) and a great bright blue addition to the pot holder family - Jo took pity on Lee who uses the red and green holders daily that were Christmas gifts a while back. What a pleasure to receive a gift box apropos of no holiday. Other gifts have been received as well including the caring phone calls and emails. We both appreciate your concern.
The kennel is rocking. Poe is managing his area in |Poe-style and is in charge. Ursey departed but |Poe really thought they should have a chat prior to her leaving. Ursey demurred. Bailey has teamed up with Ceilidh Wheaten and is reminding her of the ins and outs of the exercise areas. Both have watched Nemo wander with them and Trebia streak past as she does her laps and thinks of Barratt. We have assured her that he will be back in due course. Margaret and Shillelagh are in full voice and seem to be trying to outdo the peepers in the early evening. No little frog is going to get one up on well practised Welsh. Raggs is settled and seems delighted to be back to manage yard number three. Even the weather does little to take away her joy in bouncing around the yard, checking the corners and keeping an eye on the local geese. Sarah Airedale shares her yard on occasion and Raggs herds Airedale with a smile. Sarah humours her. Old Willie has decided that he needs no lead to take him outside. He has a route around the kennel perimeter, keeps a close eye on the other dogs and is happy and well.
The house dogs are forming a union and taking notes from the news stories they are listening to - over and over again. They have drawn up their demands headed by improved weather and including additional treats, more fires in the den, more lap time and better consistency in kitchen prep. Paula appears to be the spokesperson - heaven help us all. Why does it always have to be the most shrill of the company? Spring haircuts abound as Felicia sorts out a dog a day. Piper is lined up and waiting. Maybe tomorrow.
Meals are improving. All appeared on a reasonable schedule and included baking that made Our Ken almost smile. Anadama bread appeared to support the request for 'that bread that you make that is brown but not really brown'. Time will tell whether this suffices. And mid-afternoon there was a flurry as chocolate cookies were produced. Lee's mother's recipe seemed to be just the thing to accompany that lovely orange tea. Dinner had to include hamburger. That was a minor challenge. Our Ken had noted that the burger Lee had produced for Old Willie in the kennel was the rather pricey extra lean ground beef. Hmmm. Not to be grilled ( not enough flavour and falls apart too easily leading to vocalization a la Ken|); not to be in a sauce since sauce is made and at the ready in the freezer - perhaps a stand alone meal. Salisbury steak was Lee's solution. With an onion and mushroom ''milk gravy' Our Ken had his portion of the beef and is unlikely to fuss in future. Bread pudding with the whiskey sauce better supported Ken's wonts and boosted his flagging spirits as he went to close the kennel. And we are on to the end of the week.
The kennel is rocking. Poe is managing his area in |Poe-style and is in charge. Ursey departed but |Poe really thought they should have a chat prior to her leaving. Ursey demurred. Bailey has teamed up with Ceilidh Wheaten and is reminding her of the ins and outs of the exercise areas. Both have watched Nemo wander with them and Trebia streak past as she does her laps and thinks of Barratt. We have assured her that he will be back in due course. Margaret and Shillelagh are in full voice and seem to be trying to outdo the peepers in the early evening. No little frog is going to get one up on well practised Welsh. Raggs is settled and seems delighted to be back to manage yard number three. Even the weather does little to take away her joy in bouncing around the yard, checking the corners and keeping an eye on the local geese. Sarah Airedale shares her yard on occasion and Raggs herds Airedale with a smile. Sarah humours her. Old Willie has decided that he needs no lead to take him outside. He has a route around the kennel perimeter, keeps a close eye on the other dogs and is happy and well.
The house dogs are forming a union and taking notes from the news stories they are listening to - over and over again. They have drawn up their demands headed by improved weather and including additional treats, more fires in the den, more lap time and better consistency in kitchen prep. Paula appears to be the spokesperson - heaven help us all. Why does it always have to be the most shrill of the company? Spring haircuts abound as Felicia sorts out a dog a day. Piper is lined up and waiting. Maybe tomorrow.
Meals are improving. All appeared on a reasonable schedule and included baking that made Our Ken almost smile. Anadama bread appeared to support the request for 'that bread that you make that is brown but not really brown'. Time will tell whether this suffices. And mid-afternoon there was a flurry as chocolate cookies were produced. Lee's mother's recipe seemed to be just the thing to accompany that lovely orange tea. Dinner had to include hamburger. That was a minor challenge. Our Ken had noted that the burger Lee had produced for Old Willie in the kennel was the rather pricey extra lean ground beef. Hmmm. Not to be grilled ( not enough flavour and falls apart too easily leading to vocalization a la Ken|); not to be in a sauce since sauce is made and at the ready in the freezer - perhaps a stand alone meal. Salisbury steak was Lee's solution. With an onion and mushroom ''milk gravy' Our Ken had his portion of the beef and is unlikely to fuss in future. Bread pudding with the whiskey sauce better supported Ken's wonts and boosted his flagging spirits as he went to close the kennel. And we are on to the end of the week.
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