Our Ken managed a coup

All is well in the world of Regalridge.  Weather continues to be typical of NS spring - cool and bright days that support lots of canine activities.  Lee spent the day working through Our Ken's list - the need for a birthday cake for a daughter, gifts to be wrapped, etc. etc.   To assist in the preparations, Our Ken went to Truro for a meeting.  Juggling lists, dogs and the house, paperwork and the phone made for an interesting period, followed by a fast trip to the city and return to Regalridge by early evening.  Satisfied with the outcomes, the alpha male moved on to his next list - Lee demurred.   The little swallows are busy - sitting on their wire, soaring over the strawberry patch and finally perching next to their upgraded nest, all seems well in their swallow-world.  Fortunately the nest is high enough and close enough to the eave that the catbird spotted in the yard would be highly challenged trying to deposit an egg in that nest.  The bird family is at its height this month with the summer birds returned and the regulars still in residence.  Philomena was under the chestnut tree today, in good feather and pleasingly plump.  Our Ken is fussing about Costco's annual timing of the withdrawal of bird food - having only sunflowers seed from April on.  There is the threat that next year there will be a pallet of bird food purchased in March.  Costco food seems a good blend for the resident birds - the grocery store variety or the bags sold at the feed store seem less palatable, making Our Ken less than happy and we all live to keep Our Ken content.  And then there was the sweater.  After 30 years, it should be self-evident that the male among us has many red sweaters and doesn't always differentiate among them.  On this day, with Lee managing most activity, the less than discerning Ken managed to make it to the city - with his kennel sweater.  There had been a commitment to dinner in the city after the work of the day - Lee was heard to mutter that she wouldn't even go through McDonald's drive through with him in that garb.  The talking phone book was dialed (that would be Chantelle) and dinner ordered for pick up.  Hmph.  (It's a good trick Tony but don't over use it)

The kennel is perking along.  Coby and Gabe are best friends and are plotting as only puppy Airedales can do.  Their birthdays are coming so the hope is that it is only birthday gifts that are on their minds - yeah, right.  Scarlett is keeping an eye on the pair, thinking back to the days that she could plot at that level with Marilla backing her up. 

The house dogs are well and happy.  Patti is in middle-age mode, is easily moving about and eating well, an amazing feat given all that she has faced.  We value these days.   Jack is bright and enjoying some time out on his deck, admiring the birds, and in the evening listening to the peepers.  The little frogs are loud enough that it is hard to have a conversation on the deck at this time of year.  Marguerite is preparing to welcome her puppies into the world.  It won't be long now; she is trimmed up and settling nicely.  Lola is continuing her runs into the city for progesterone and is almost ready to be bred.  She is a lovely dog with an impressive pedigree so it is hoped will offer equally impressive puppies this summer. 

Dinner was hunted on the way home from the city - enough said.