The quiet weeks of January have arrived. the weather remains warm for the most part although the occasional colder day has managed to creep in, only to be sent packing by a series of Alberta Clippers. There was a light snowfall (4 cm) and occasional rain interspersed with fog. The Jet Stream is doing what it will do - generally to our benefit on our little end of North America. Our Ken has decided to organize and the best avenue for all in his proximity is to duck and run. He has a closet that makes Houdini's truck look like a shoebox and out of it comes the most wildly assorted array of items that any one individual can collect. Of course, this array is of interest and always a surprise to Our Ken as well. On this day there appeared 4 sake cups "Made in Japan", a can of stain remover for carpets (we have none), an antique set of fine china teacups and saucers with one matching vegetable serving dish, an array of odd tools, a vacuum cleaner, and on it goes. Keep in mind, this is an old house. The closet is actually a cupboard that was listed as the 'library' because it stored the family books when it was listed by the real estate agent. This organizing has resulted in the hall floor being lined with assorted plunder, the room which houses the closet looking like a cyclone has been through and Our Ken wandering through with a self-satisfied look. Men are truly a mystery.
The kennel is quiet. Little Maggie came and went. Ceilidh departed with a kick of Cocker heels and a wave. Sarah is finding things far too quiet and has managed to find her way into the grooming room to help Ken work on Atlas. Trebia is sporting a green wool sweater but remains unamused by winter. Her outside periods are certainly curtailed, even with this mild winter. Scooter doesn't care provided her toys are properly aligned and at the ready.
The house crew enjoyed the organizing period, watching intently as Our Ken tortured Lee with his 'what do I do with this?' game. Piper, ever the harbinger of Lee's state of mind, took cover after the tenth version of this question. Piper is a smart one. With the warm day and fog, the Airedales decided that a revolving door would be handy but, failing that, Lee's ministrations would do. Charlotte let everyone out at regular intervals, Lee obliged their desires ton come back in, muddy paws and all. Jack was the recipient of the Christmas toy that had found its way into a stocking. He is thrilled. So far, it is intact and has varied its' abilities from a pillow to a bite plate to a best friend. As the Airedales faded down the walk for their early spin, Jack is next out and Lee found him standing with his entire body wagging and Mr Skateboarder in his mouth ready to go out too. The toy is slightly smaller than Sir Jack so has to be managed carefully to be picked up and transported but Jack has it down to a science after considerable practice.
Dinner was scallops with potatoes, squash and asparagus. Chantelle's birthday cake is still with us and seems to come alive late evening given the crumbs on the counter in the mornings. Subtlety is not Our Ken's long suit. And tomorrow beckons . . .
The kennel is quiet. Little Maggie came and went. Ceilidh departed with a kick of Cocker heels and a wave. Sarah is finding things far too quiet and has managed to find her way into the grooming room to help Ken work on Atlas. Trebia is sporting a green wool sweater but remains unamused by winter. Her outside periods are certainly curtailed, even with this mild winter. Scooter doesn't care provided her toys are properly aligned and at the ready.
The house crew enjoyed the organizing period, watching intently as Our Ken tortured Lee with his 'what do I do with this?' game. Piper, ever the harbinger of Lee's state of mind, took cover after the tenth version of this question. Piper is a smart one. With the warm day and fog, the Airedales decided that a revolving door would be handy but, failing that, Lee's ministrations would do. Charlotte let everyone out at regular intervals, Lee obliged their desires ton come back in, muddy paws and all. Jack was the recipient of the Christmas toy that had found its way into a stocking. He is thrilled. So far, it is intact and has varied its' abilities from a pillow to a bite plate to a best friend. As the Airedales faded down the walk for their early spin, Jack is next out and Lee found him standing with his entire body wagging and Mr Skateboarder in his mouth ready to go out too. The toy is slightly smaller than Sir Jack so has to be managed carefully to be picked up and transported but Jack has it down to a science after considerable practice.
Dinner was scallops with potatoes, squash and asparagus. Chantelle's birthday cake is still with us and seems to come alive late evening given the crumbs on the counter in the mornings. Subtlety is not Our Ken's long suit. And tomorrow beckons . . .
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