Mother's Day in Nova Scotia often is very cool. Not so this year. The weather was cloudy with sun breaking through, cool but not very cool. Plans had been made to marry up Digby with Hants county. Chantelle brought everyone together, divested of her young ward and got everyone fed, all in one fell swoop. Bob and Luella had a little scenic tour of West Hants, offering up lots of opportunities for the rest of the assembly to exchange news through the early courses of the meal. It is always a treat to attend one of Doris' brunches in Somerville. The bread alone is worth the drive. While many returned to the tables for a second course, Our Ken and Lee feasted on a second roll. This was the locale for Ken's foray into the non-recommended dessert that resulted in his silver dollar sized carrot cake morsel. This trip he was more savvy - resulting in apple pie and, wait for it, carrot cake in a full size portion. This cannot come close to the nine desserts he managed at the Jefferson, to the waiter's absolute amazement, but at least satisfied the sweet tooth among us. Everyone else had hazelnut cake and/or cheesecake, except for little Taylor who opted for the seasonal rhubarb pie. Home again, home again to content dogs and lobster that Our Ken had hunted and gathered earlier in the day. There are so many benefits to living in NS. The little swallows are putting an addition on their already deep nest which may result in Madam swallow having to lose weight to enter and exit if they aren't careful. The nest is already close to the roof beams but these industrious little birds seem well aware that a catbird has been spotted and are securing their residence accordingly.
The kennel is ticking along. Miss Scarlett arrived to keep Lola and Coby company. Coby had Gabe, Charlotte and Lori with him for a major game in the afternoon. That was a great hit with the young fellow.
The house dogs are well. Patti is running the property with alacrity and playing ball whenever it is allowed. She is feeling very well, spry and with good appetite. Everyone is tickled. The other old dogs are well; Charlotte is chuffed that she has found the ultimate control point of the property and unwillingly gives way when the humans among us insist she move from her perch, splayed across the top step going to the kitchen door. Dolly was completely undone by the lobster process. Shells were so hard that a hammer was employed - hammers and Dolly are not a good combination. Marilla didn't like it but understood that if Our Ken was wielding the weapon, she was likely pretty safe. Poor Dolly was not at all certain of that pronouncement and almost lost her mind, trying to crawl inside Lee for safety. That did not amuse Piper who owns Lee inside and out. Life is never dull.
Dinner, of course, was lobster with a tomato blue cheese salad and homemade bread. Life is good.
The kennel is ticking along. Miss Scarlett arrived to keep Lola and Coby company. Coby had Gabe, Charlotte and Lori with him for a major game in the afternoon. That was a great hit with the young fellow.
The house dogs are well. Patti is running the property with alacrity and playing ball whenever it is allowed. She is feeling very well, spry and with good appetite. Everyone is tickled. The other old dogs are well; Charlotte is chuffed that she has found the ultimate control point of the property and unwillingly gives way when the humans among us insist she move from her perch, splayed across the top step going to the kitchen door. Dolly was completely undone by the lobster process. Shells were so hard that a hammer was employed - hammers and Dolly are not a good combination. Marilla didn't like it but understood that if Our Ken was wielding the weapon, she was likely pretty safe. Poor Dolly was not at all certain of that pronouncement and almost lost her mind, trying to crawl inside Lee for safety. That did not amuse Piper who owns Lee inside and out. Life is never dull.
Dinner, of course, was lobster with a tomato blue cheese salad and homemade bread. Life is good.
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