Another mild day with sun and cloud offered lots of opportunity for the dogs to have adventures and for Chantelle to be educated into the ways of wayward Airedales. In residence to do a little trimming, Chantelle was led on some merry chases and departed muttering something about no need for a Wii at Regalridge. Our Ken continues to put flower gardens to bed, sort garden equipment and generally find reasons to be outside. The garden tractor was heard throughout the property, sporting a man with a Patriots cap and a big smile as he motored under the chestnut tree. Lee spent the day encouraging the Christmas tree lights to be dutiful - with mixed results. Our Ken also managed to fix something. Remember, engineers are not handy by nature - that seems to be why they go to university for eight years. Up early, there was a call to Bob the font of all technical knowledge to discuss the dreaded pump. Now, waking Bob up to discuss the pump and expecting a deep discussion is folly. Several calls later and with Bob in pump-mode, the fix was in and success was had - or at least, there was an aha moment after many pauses at the top of the stairs with exasperated sighs and 'where is the phone' comments. And yes, a plumber does exist in Elmsdale but that, apparently, would be saying 'uncle'. The evening ended with "It's a Wonderful Life" - a cornerstone of the season at Regalridge. Jimmy always comes through.
The kennel is well under control. Ruari is well and bright, taking his meds and happy in his palace of beds, blankets and paraphernalia. Finn couldn't care less about the trappings and still gazes down the hallway hoping Chopper will reappear. Ruff is settled in and taking life easy as Ruff has wont to do. Trebia kept an eye on her area and was a bit ticked at missing the adventures with Sarah and Lola. There is always hope for a sequel.
The house dogs had a wonderful day. Marilla began the adventures with a quick toy exchange on her way downstairs. Lee expertly removed the pink dog before it met the fate of other stuffed toys in the great room as Marilla set her sights on Chantelle. Lo and behold, there was a package of Cesar in the feed room. That was expertly snatched and headed for the outside door. Again, Lee made the catch and Marilla made her way outside with an empty mouth, much to her disgust. A half hour later, all came back in to be fed and with slight of mouth and quick manoeuvres, Marilla managed to get to the feed room, snatch the Cesar package previously positioned in that Airedale mouth and get to her crate before Lee reached her. Marilla's imagination is second only to her guile. Keeping up with her is a full time profession. Puppies, Patti and May are all well.
Dinner was a t-bone. Yes, "a" steak. Our Ken went shopping and came home with a steak that Bedrock would have been proud of. Well grilled on this lovely evening, it was accompanied by baked potatoes, onions and mushrooms and turnip. All was well in Our Ken's world - particularly after all was washed down with chocolate for dessert.
The kennel is well under control. Ruari is well and bright, taking his meds and happy in his palace of beds, blankets and paraphernalia. Finn couldn't care less about the trappings and still gazes down the hallway hoping Chopper will reappear. Ruff is settled in and taking life easy as Ruff has wont to do. Trebia kept an eye on her area and was a bit ticked at missing the adventures with Sarah and Lola. There is always hope for a sequel.
The house dogs had a wonderful day. Marilla began the adventures with a quick toy exchange on her way downstairs. Lee expertly removed the pink dog before it met the fate of other stuffed toys in the great room as Marilla set her sights on Chantelle. Lo and behold, there was a package of Cesar in the feed room. That was expertly snatched and headed for the outside door. Again, Lee made the catch and Marilla made her way outside with an empty mouth, much to her disgust. A half hour later, all came back in to be fed and with slight of mouth and quick manoeuvres, Marilla managed to get to the feed room, snatch the Cesar package previously positioned in that Airedale mouth and get to her crate before Lee reached her. Marilla's imagination is second only to her guile. Keeping up with her is a full time profession. Puppies, Patti and May are all well.
Dinner was a t-bone. Yes, "a" steak. Our Ken went shopping and came home with a steak that Bedrock would have been proud of. Well grilled on this lovely evening, it was accompanied by baked potatoes, onions and mushrooms and turnip. All was well in Our Ken's world - particularly after all was washed down with chocolate for dessert.
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