All is moving along at Regalridge. Our Ken marched through the house muttering something about shopping. When queried, he confessed that the crocus purchases got out of hand. Having bought one package of ten, he had decided that was not quite enough so went back for another. Problem was that the second package contained 100. Chantelle noted on her departure that the front lawn looked as though it had been gone over with a pogo stick. The alpha male's list still includes the wrapping of the roses (a parade theme in the making or perhaps a horse race) and the turning on of the outside Christmas lights - always an event. Lee managed more indoor trimming, the Airedale Angel and the birds are on the Christmas tree and the mantle is lighted. The kitchen continues to welcome addition and is officially seasonal. Chantelle was in residence to trim some visitors and Atlas Jr. arrived for a trim and set by Lee. He is a handsome fellow with one of the most beautiful heads we have seen. Marguerite is producing beautifully.
The kennel is quiet. Ruari and Finn are aware of their heavy responsibilities managing the West side and are taking it quite seriously. Well, Ruari is taking it seriously. Young Finn is just being silly.
The house dogs are well and continue to enjoy the mild days. Supervising Our Ken is a full time job and the Airedales are just the dogs to do that. His comings and goings are of particular interest and are heralded if particularly noteworthy - like when he morphs from a bent over bush-like looking entity to a full sized man who has taken on the resemblance of - Ken! Marilla finds that particularly disturbing. Jessie spent the day apart from little Trevor. The youngster is being weaned and has decided that puppy food may be palatable after all, provided there is lots of goat's milk to wash it down.
Dinner was the end of the pot roast and well and happily consumed. With a date square to finish the meal, Our Ken was replete and ready to watch the Wizard Of Oz - well almost . . .
The kennel is quiet. Ruari and Finn are aware of their heavy responsibilities managing the West side and are taking it quite seriously. Well, Ruari is taking it seriously. Young Finn is just being silly.
The house dogs are well and continue to enjoy the mild days. Supervising Our Ken is a full time job and the Airedales are just the dogs to do that. His comings and goings are of particular interest and are heralded if particularly noteworthy - like when he morphs from a bent over bush-like looking entity to a full sized man who has taken on the resemblance of - Ken! Marilla finds that particularly disturbing. Jessie spent the day apart from little Trevor. The youngster is being weaned and has decided that puppy food may be palatable after all, provided there is lots of goat's milk to wash it down.
Dinner was the end of the pot roast and well and happily consumed. With a date square to finish the meal, Our Ken was replete and ready to watch the Wizard Of Oz - well almost . . .
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