Early spring returned. The weather was nippy, windy and grey. Now that's the spring we know. Our Ken had appointments and errands so the Regalridgemobile departed early. That left Lee to man the ramparts. With dogs coming and going and the regular work on-going, it was plenty busy. Remembering a Caesar Salad in the offing, the cell was called to add anchovy paste to the list. Hours later, the call returned - "they don't have anchovy spice" 'paste, Ken, anchovy paste' "No, I asked and there is no anchovy spice - do you want anything else?" 'Ken, it's anchovy paste - with the cheese at the back of the store' "I asked and there is no anchovy spice at either store" 'P - A - S - T - E' "Well, why did you ask for spice, then? They showed me the paste but I said you wanted spice" And that, ladies and gentlemen is my life in a nutshell . . .
The kennel is rocking. Bella is firmly in control backed up by the Norwich who are in awe of her abilities. Crockett is virtually speechless and is storing up all he has learned from the three pound trouble maker. Zeus smirks - if you haven't seen a Norwich smirk, it's worth the price of admission. Scarlett watches Bella closely and seems highly supportive. Sarah, perhaps, not so much. Wee Margaret and Shillelagh are on the West side of the kennel, watching carefully to ensure the boys don't leave before they do - little chance of that by the way. Regis with his long legs and enthusiasm is doing just fine. He enjoys the yards and the other dogs. Ruff arrived and settled in with his harem on the East side - Sarah was delighted to see him again. Liard continues in his gentlemanly ways - we wonder where the real Liard has gone but are enjoying the Liard Hyde. Savannah and Dewey are firmly established, happy to have adjoining space and take boarding in their stride.
The house dogs are ticking along. Patti is enjoying Clem's arrival - Clem makes her look young and Patti knows that. If Clem goes out, Patti accompanies her, just to gloat, we're pretty sure. Clem doesn't give a hoot. She is focused on getting to the gate and waiting for Chantelle, the most loyal of dogs. Coming back in to a bed for a rest, she returns to sentry duty at the first opportunity. Patti plays with her toys in the yard, shaking her head at Clem's statue pose. Marilla had a day of trying to make life softer. Scratching the bottom of any metal crate available, that didn't quite suit so the dog beds were next to be fluffed. Not content yet, it was up to the sofa - and was disabused of that notion much to her disgust. Getting things in shape is just not easy these days.
Our Ken approved dinner. There was a marinated, fried chicken, potatoes, fresh asparagus and a tomato salad followed by Creme Caramel. And off we go
The kennel is rocking. Bella is firmly in control backed up by the Norwich who are in awe of her abilities. Crockett is virtually speechless and is storing up all he has learned from the three pound trouble maker. Zeus smirks - if you haven't seen a Norwich smirk, it's worth the price of admission. Scarlett watches Bella closely and seems highly supportive. Sarah, perhaps, not so much. Wee Margaret and Shillelagh are on the West side of the kennel, watching carefully to ensure the boys don't leave before they do - little chance of that by the way. Regis with his long legs and enthusiasm is doing just fine. He enjoys the yards and the other dogs. Ruff arrived and settled in with his harem on the East side - Sarah was delighted to see him again. Liard continues in his gentlemanly ways - we wonder where the real Liard has gone but are enjoying the Liard Hyde. Savannah and Dewey are firmly established, happy to have adjoining space and take boarding in their stride.
The house dogs are ticking along. Patti is enjoying Clem's arrival - Clem makes her look young and Patti knows that. If Clem goes out, Patti accompanies her, just to gloat, we're pretty sure. Clem doesn't give a hoot. She is focused on getting to the gate and waiting for Chantelle, the most loyal of dogs. Coming back in to a bed for a rest, she returns to sentry duty at the first opportunity. Patti plays with her toys in the yard, shaking her head at Clem's statue pose. Marilla had a day of trying to make life softer. Scratching the bottom of any metal crate available, that didn't quite suit so the dog beds were next to be fluffed. Not content yet, it was up to the sofa - and was disabused of that notion much to her disgust. Getting things in shape is just not easy these days.
Our Ken approved dinner. There was a marinated, fried chicken, potatoes, fresh asparagus and a tomato salad followed by Creme Caramel. And off we go
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