Another day of sun and pleasant temperatures brought a fllurry of activity - in the air. The swallows have arrived. Lee, up and about early, thought she heard the little birds at sunrise but given the date put it out of her mind. Sure enough, on return from the city, Our Ken reported the sighting and Mrs Swallow is now ensconced in her nest over the kitchen door. That's it for lights until after flight school. Patti will not be amused. It is the week end of the Dartmouth shows. Logan has done well with two Group wins. He is in fabulous coat and is his usual up and at 'em self. Lunch at Hungry Jack's is an annual tradition and always enjoyed by all present. This trip, Chantelle had her lovely niece visiting. Taylor was introduced to Costco, dog shows and Hungry Jack's - a lot for a young lady to take in in one day but she managed with aplomb.
The kennel is well under control. Our Ken has a list of projects and all is well in his world. Without that list, it is hard to say where we would be. Lola is keeping Sarah somewhat amused now that the interior fencing has our girl with wanderlust completely stymied. Coby continues to dream of catching and passing Trebia. The Hound is not concerned.
The house dogs are well and Clementine is leading the humans a merry chase. Her woofs outlining requirements are frequent and insistent. Speaking Clem is an art. All around her learn. Piper was not amused that Lee was missing most of the day and shared her displeasure with her buddies. The neighbours had a horse grazing on their front lawn mid-morning, a big warmblood on the knoll, impressive enough to really tick Patti off. Miss Patti caught a glimpse of the big fellow over the gates, lifted her head and marched down the drive, warning him in no uncertain terms that he was completely out of order and to remove himself immediately. Sadly, the animal was so focused on the new grass that he took no notice of the Airedale urgings.
There was a quick batch of lemon blueberry scones put together early in the morning. Our Ken approved. Dinner was a quick pan fry of ham, new potatoes, Vidalias and snaps. Life could be worse.
The kennel is well under control. Our Ken has a list of projects and all is well in his world. Without that list, it is hard to say where we would be. Lola is keeping Sarah somewhat amused now that the interior fencing has our girl with wanderlust completely stymied. Coby continues to dream of catching and passing Trebia. The Hound is not concerned.
The house dogs are well and Clementine is leading the humans a merry chase. Her woofs outlining requirements are frequent and insistent. Speaking Clem is an art. All around her learn. Piper was not amused that Lee was missing most of the day and shared her displeasure with her buddies. The neighbours had a horse grazing on their front lawn mid-morning, a big warmblood on the knoll, impressive enough to really tick Patti off. Miss Patti caught a glimpse of the big fellow over the gates, lifted her head and marched down the drive, warning him in no uncertain terms that he was completely out of order and to remove himself immediately. Sadly, the animal was so focused on the new grass that he took no notice of the Airedale urgings.
There was a quick batch of lemon blueberry scones put together early in the morning. Our Ken approved. Dinner was a quick pan fry of ham, new potatoes, Vidalias and snaps. Life could be worse.
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