The Spring weather continues to be applauded from all quarters. The crocus are valiantly blooming- not early but with gay abandon. The tulips are also on schedule. The fact that the weather is warmer than usual has been mitigated by the reasonable amounts of rain and nights at the freezing point. This has maintained the flowers on their normal timing - a good thing. The trees generally leaf out on the long week end in May. The birds remain at the feeders. While the purple finch have carried on to their breeding grounds in Newfoundland, the gold finch have stayed to join the grackles, song sparrows, chickadees, , doves, crows, jays and the large flock of evening grosbeaks. It was a busy day at Regalridge with work being done on fencing, dogs losing hair on grooming tables at great speed, the house being readied for the next trip away and the odd trip to the village for supplies. The meat market offered up some plunder and the fruitstand will open this week so is being stocked. It is a busy little corner of the world these days. The hi light of the day is the weather station project. Aging nicely in its box, this Christmas present finally has been put into play, with the moving of the outdoor feature from place, to place, to place, to place . . .
The kennel is quiet. Savannah and Dewey are in residence and settled nicely into their usual routine. Sarah is suspicious that her run is being examined for reinforcement that may just keep her contained. The plot thickens. Trebia just laughs - why would a dog want to be anywhere but at Regalridge in Trebia's opinion.
The house dogs loved the full complement of people on the property. Sarah and Alex are perennial favourites, the dogs trail around behind them in a steady stream. Little Abigail has expanded her horizons, trotting along behind the kids as they check the various yards. Those little Norwich legs are getting a good workout, with Abigail certain that she will be carried if she pastes her pitiful look on sufficiently well. June and Chantelle pulled hair in the kennel and appeared content with their progress on show dogs and pets alike. Little Mason was in residence for a visit as was Viola-The-Good. Our Ken trimmed Marguerite to keep her in coat until the return of the Regalridgemobile early in May. She is expanding daily, is still a bit queasy in the food department and appears to be carrying a nice litter. There was an event that did not appeal to the dogs at all as the evening progressed. A loud and constant series of firecrackers were used in close proximity to the property, a cause of great consternation for the house dogs. Occasionally the thought of living further from civilization is appealing.
Meals were frequent and plentiful. There were Chantelle's favourite maple scones mid-morning; a medley of the meat market's homemade sausages were grilled at noon and ribs on offer for dinner. Our Ken approved all.
The kennel is quiet. Savannah and Dewey are in residence and settled nicely into their usual routine. Sarah is suspicious that her run is being examined for reinforcement that may just keep her contained. The plot thickens. Trebia just laughs - why would a dog want to be anywhere but at Regalridge in Trebia's opinion.
The house dogs loved the full complement of people on the property. Sarah and Alex are perennial favourites, the dogs trail around behind them in a steady stream. Little Abigail has expanded her horizons, trotting along behind the kids as they check the various yards. Those little Norwich legs are getting a good workout, with Abigail certain that she will be carried if she pastes her pitiful look on sufficiently well. June and Chantelle pulled hair in the kennel and appeared content with their progress on show dogs and pets alike. Little Mason was in residence for a visit as was Viola-The-Good. Our Ken trimmed Marguerite to keep her in coat until the return of the Regalridgemobile early in May. She is expanding daily, is still a bit queasy in the food department and appears to be carrying a nice litter. There was an event that did not appeal to the dogs at all as the evening progressed. A loud and constant series of firecrackers were used in close proximity to the property, a cause of great consternation for the house dogs. Occasionally the thought of living further from civilization is appealing.
Meals were frequent and plentiful. There were Chantelle's favourite maple scones mid-morning; a medley of the meat market's homemade sausages were grilled at noon and ribs on offer for dinner. Our Ken approved all.
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