Well, we know it has been a while and the only excuse is being a bit busy. All is well. The weather is another story. There was one day of sun on mainland Nova Scotia from May 4 - June 2 according to CBC. And the cold continues. The high today will be 13. Still, there are no tornadoes as were experienced by our great friends in Monson. All is well with Susan and Shirley but their beautiful little New England town has been devastated. Susan was (by her own admission|) in a bathroom with three men that she didn't know) when the tornado went through the town. And the ever hard working Shirley was holding the fort at the kennel. It took Susan hours in what should have been a 20 minute trip and several adventures to manage to get home from the hospital where she had been visiting with her doctor. Amazingly, their property on the Connecticut river (the path of the tornadoes) is unscathed. Shirley's main objection to the storm is that her stove didn't work for two days with the power outage. Priorities after all. Our Ken is planting in spite of the weather. Flowers are doing well - an amazing feat given the lack of sun and heat. The lilacs are in full bloom as is the honeysuckle. The annuals are thriving. And beds are being shored up and expanded, with edging added in many areas. Today, the tomatoes went in and a few seeds put in the vegetable garden - now that will be a miracle indeed if anything materializes. Lee moves from conference call to email to food prep in a blur of activity. Added to her chores has become an end of evening 'throw the toys' game. Clint, Lori, Charlotte, Lily and Marilla have joined forces to insist on this evening entertainment. Charlotte carries her purple toy, Lori carries the ring, Clint has the blue ball and Marilla the red rubber bone. Lily takes whatever is left and Lee begins to throw. Clint is the only one who will actually go and get the item thrown and return it. The rest simply run with their toy of choice to the thrown object, circle and return for the next throw. Lily generally manages three laps to everyone else's one. Charlotte ends the game by laying down.
The kennel is moderately busy. Naomi and Moses are here as Sue has gone to help Joan and Bill return from the sunny and hot South. We hope they may bring some of the sun with them. Little Bella was here to take charge for the week and departed with a wave of her firm little paw. Nemo has taken the ear plugs out. Brunswick arrived for the week end and is sizing Moses up. The Lab who generally worships at her feet isn't in residence this week - we doubt Moses will take on that particular role. Then there is Chantelle's gang. Chantelle and Dawn are in New England so Clem, Scout and JR are at camp. Clem is fluffing up the tile floor with determination. She is navigating the yard well, spent some time at the gate waiting for Chantelle but in general is well settled and hasn't missed a meal. She has both Ken and Lee working hard to keep her happy and approves of their enthusiasm if not their complete ability to speak ';Clem'. Scout has taken on the job of Regalridge rooster. Jessie is fine.
The house crowd (augmented by Chantelle's crew) are all well. Marguerite and her family of Airedale babies are thriving. They are growing, active in their baby way and Marguerite is tickled with them. She has a routine, has divisions for feeding and is a great mom. The happy gang of three girls from the bedroom greet her every morning with heels kicking up over their ears as they head for thee door to go outside. Marguerite's return greeting might be a bit brisk. Billy is enjoying his freedom in the den in the evenings and is offering up his best tricks for everyone's viewing pleasure. From sitting on the hearth in a perfect pose to survey his harem, he moves to the couch for a period of calisthenics. Following that, there is a period of laying of his head on any person available and gazing soulfully in his best Billy-ism, followed by grabbing a shoe or blanket or phone and grinning over his shoulder. Clem claims a bed and orders up her pleasure - to Patti's absolute disgust. Clem barks for service and Patti barks at Clem's insolence. Billy barks to encourage us to join in a game and Scout - well, he just barks. Paula plants herself on Lee's lap and refuses to move, regardless of the activity level or commotion going on around her. Piper puts her paws over her ears and rolls her eyes. The Norwich clap - increasing their approbation in direct proportion to the level of din. Yes, life at Regalridge goes on.
Dinner was a favourite. Pan fried haddock, fiddleheads, baked potatoes and black forest cake with excellent wine. Life is good
The kennel is moderately busy. Naomi and Moses are here as Sue has gone to help Joan and Bill return from the sunny and hot South. We hope they may bring some of the sun with them. Little Bella was here to take charge for the week and departed with a wave of her firm little paw. Nemo has taken the ear plugs out. Brunswick arrived for the week end and is sizing Moses up. The Lab who generally worships at her feet isn't in residence this week - we doubt Moses will take on that particular role. Then there is Chantelle's gang. Chantelle and Dawn are in New England so Clem, Scout and JR are at camp. Clem is fluffing up the tile floor with determination. She is navigating the yard well, spent some time at the gate waiting for Chantelle but in general is well settled and hasn't missed a meal. She has both Ken and Lee working hard to keep her happy and approves of their enthusiasm if not their complete ability to speak ';Clem'. Scout has taken on the job of Regalridge rooster. Jessie is fine.
The house crowd (augmented by Chantelle's crew) are all well. Marguerite and her family of Airedale babies are thriving. They are growing, active in their baby way and Marguerite is tickled with them. She has a routine, has divisions for feeding and is a great mom. The happy gang of three girls from the bedroom greet her every morning with heels kicking up over their ears as they head for thee door to go outside. Marguerite's return greeting might be a bit brisk. Billy is enjoying his freedom in the den in the evenings and is offering up his best tricks for everyone's viewing pleasure. From sitting on the hearth in a perfect pose to survey his harem, he moves to the couch for a period of calisthenics. Following that, there is a period of laying of his head on any person available and gazing soulfully in his best Billy-ism, followed by grabbing a shoe or blanket or phone and grinning over his shoulder. Clem claims a bed and orders up her pleasure - to Patti's absolute disgust. Clem barks for service and Patti barks at Clem's insolence. Billy barks to encourage us to join in a game and Scout - well, he just barks. Paula plants herself on Lee's lap and refuses to move, regardless of the activity level or commotion going on around her. Piper puts her paws over her ears and rolls her eyes. The Norwich clap - increasing their approbation in direct proportion to the level of din. Yes, life at Regalridge goes on.
Dinner was a favourite. Pan fried haddock, fiddleheads, baked potatoes and black forest cake with excellent wine. Life is good
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