Cold but pleasant with some sun heralded another November day. The usual November rains are yet to land and with the high water tables from our wet summer, that isn't a huge issue. This was a day of meetings for Our Ken so off to Truro he goes, taking Betsy for a spin to charge her new battery. Lee managed to look after the kennel, the house and everything in between, perhaps a bit more quietly and with less panache than Our Ken offers but still adding some capability. Some Christmas sorting occurs each day and groupings of gifts are lined to be wrapped and passed out at strategic moments.
The kennel is fine. Chopper and Capone are happy as clams - always a good thing with two boarders from one home. Capone is the 'in charge- kind of guy and Chopper backs him up, going in and out at his will. She does not have the North American woman's sensibilities with respect to following a step behind. Ruari and Finn are well. Finn is separated only to eat his meals and Ruari is glad for the company except at meal time. Pills are being taken happily - cheese seems to be the purveyor of choice. Their big run is suitable for the two little guys, with several blankets, a bed and their regular paraphernalia. Again, Ruari is in charge of this pair but Finn is in charge in his mind. He continues to gaze soulfully at Capone, certain that Heather would agree to add just one more white dog to the household but that Warren might be a stumbling block. Ever pragmatic, he seems to think Chopper can deal for herself. Little Bella is having a great vacation - particularly enjoying hopping in and out between her inside and outside run when the door is opened. She takes it as a high jump, even though she is now tall enough to take it more easily. Watching her little feet launch from a distance back and sail over the doorway is good for a smile several times a day.
The house crew are settled. With the colder weather, there is a sense that all should be inside in front of the fire most of the time. There are a few raised eyebrows at the fact that dog bed covers are being washed so beds are at a premium through the day. The evening situation was grim according to Patti. Two beds were not in play and Charlotte had claimed the big bed early on. That left the couch (a favourite of the Norwich and of Lori) for Patti. She upended the Norwich and claimed the little couch but glared at Charlotte the rest of the evening - to no avail since Charlotte lives on her own planet and is oblivious to the wants and needs of the rest of the crew. There has been no mention of the snow forecast for tomorrow. That will be received with various and sundry thoughts ranging from delight (puppies) to disgust (Patti and Charlotte).
Dinner was late - Our Ken arrived home after 8. Lasagne from Vito's in Moncton was on offer with garlic bread and salad. That worked. And it is on to another day
The kennel is fine. Chopper and Capone are happy as clams - always a good thing with two boarders from one home. Capone is the 'in charge- kind of guy and Chopper backs him up, going in and out at his will. She does not have the North American woman's sensibilities with respect to following a step behind. Ruari and Finn are well. Finn is separated only to eat his meals and Ruari is glad for the company except at meal time. Pills are being taken happily - cheese seems to be the purveyor of choice. Their big run is suitable for the two little guys, with several blankets, a bed and their regular paraphernalia. Again, Ruari is in charge of this pair but Finn is in charge in his mind. He continues to gaze soulfully at Capone, certain that Heather would agree to add just one more white dog to the household but that Warren might be a stumbling block. Ever pragmatic, he seems to think Chopper can deal for herself. Little Bella is having a great vacation - particularly enjoying hopping in and out between her inside and outside run when the door is opened. She takes it as a high jump, even though she is now tall enough to take it more easily. Watching her little feet launch from a distance back and sail over the doorway is good for a smile several times a day.
The house crew are settled. With the colder weather, there is a sense that all should be inside in front of the fire most of the time. There are a few raised eyebrows at the fact that dog bed covers are being washed so beds are at a premium through the day. The evening situation was grim according to Patti. Two beds were not in play and Charlotte had claimed the big bed early on. That left the couch (a favourite of the Norwich and of Lori) for Patti. She upended the Norwich and claimed the little couch but glared at Charlotte the rest of the evening - to no avail since Charlotte lives on her own planet and is oblivious to the wants and needs of the rest of the crew. There has been no mention of the snow forecast for tomorrow. That will be received with various and sundry thoughts ranging from delight (puppies) to disgust (Patti and Charlotte).
Dinner was late - Our Ken arrived home after 8. Lasagne from Vito's in Moncton was on offer with garlic bread and salad. That worked. And it is on to another day
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