Weather - we are completely preoccupied with weather. And it rained. No, it poured. Steadily and with fervour, it poured. The weather now has a life. It is difficult, demanding, relentless and unpredictable. Arizona is looking better and better. It was a day in the kitchen and then off to do errands and a visit to the Vet with Miss Patti. There was a quick visit at the end of the day and a good dinner - but of winter fare. Our Ken was gussied up in weather gear - there were waders, rubber boots, a rain jacket and Sou'Wester. Pointing out the several layers underneath this charming outfit gives a sense of the day.
The kennel is fine. Her Ancientness Miss Bailey is thriving in spite of the weather and is managing to make her requirements understood. Her leash, her timing and her route make for a happy Bailey. Our intentions are secondary. Buzz - well, a little thoughtfulness on his part would be a welcome addition to his day. To this point, it is more enthusiasm than planning. Barrett heard that it was raining. He doesn't care. He is in the same building as his beloved Trebia and all is well with his world. His chortling is still a source of great amusement to the humans and one of joy as heard by his girlfriend. What a pair.
The house dogs are fine. Charlotte is disgusted by the weather and considers it a personal affront akin to a betrayal. The Norwich simply will not go out. Jack mutters and agrees to a short march on the deck but completely rejects his yard. Piper prefers the kitchen anyway and Billy snoozes the day away. Miss Patti had her visit to see her favourite Veterinarian but noted that the trip was not in her day's plan. Lee was blamed and Patti made her sentiments known. She walked at the end of the lead with her head turned. She sat at the end of the lead with her back to Lee and acted like a 12 year old girl disavowing all knowledge of any parent, anywhere at any time. Eric pronounced her fit for an ancient dog, provided meds for her aging innards and advised Ken that he could relax. Chantelle and Lee concur.
Dinner was Lee's chicken pot pie - always a hit with Our Ken. The morning had offered up cranberry scones with a sanding of lavender sugar. Our Ken was reasonably pleased.
The kennel is fine. Her Ancientness Miss Bailey is thriving in spite of the weather and is managing to make her requirements understood. Her leash, her timing and her route make for a happy Bailey. Our intentions are secondary. Buzz - well, a little thoughtfulness on his part would be a welcome addition to his day. To this point, it is more enthusiasm than planning. Barrett heard that it was raining. He doesn't care. He is in the same building as his beloved Trebia and all is well with his world. His chortling is still a source of great amusement to the humans and one of joy as heard by his girlfriend. What a pair.
The house dogs are fine. Charlotte is disgusted by the weather and considers it a personal affront akin to a betrayal. The Norwich simply will not go out. Jack mutters and agrees to a short march on the deck but completely rejects his yard. Piper prefers the kitchen anyway and Billy snoozes the day away. Miss Patti had her visit to see her favourite Veterinarian but noted that the trip was not in her day's plan. Lee was blamed and Patti made her sentiments known. She walked at the end of the lead with her head turned. She sat at the end of the lead with her back to Lee and acted like a 12 year old girl disavowing all knowledge of any parent, anywhere at any time. Eric pronounced her fit for an ancient dog, provided meds for her aging innards and advised Ken that he could relax. Chantelle and Lee concur.
Dinner was Lee's chicken pot pie - always a hit with Our Ken. The morning had offered up cranberry scones with a sanding of lavender sugar. Our Ken was reasonably pleased.
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