Life can get busy - fast. Lee is the full time support crew for Miss Marguerite, bowing to her every whim and helping care for the large family. Add to that the regular day and things ramp up quickly. Add to that an event and the tipping point is waving madly. Lee began the event filled day by flooding the kitchen. Lack of sleep can do wonders for unplanned cleaning. There was enough liquid to assure Abigail that she did not, in fact, covet an indoor pool. Our Ken (aka Festus the Trapper) managed to catch another raccoon. Having had Lee stumble over one on an early morning sortie with Marguerite launched the alpha male of the house into action. Mr raccoon was less than impressed by his new accommodation and seemed to feel the cat food on offer was an insufficient prize, second only to his disappointment at the significant journey to his new stomping grounds. This is predicted to be a summer activity of some frequency. The report on Festus' return to Regalridge was that once the trap door opened, Mr raccoon had the after burners on and didn't even wave good by. Then it was on to the Vet to collect Piper who is home and recovering from her little excursion. Since it was a special day at Regalridge, hunting and gathering moved up a notch. Our Ken was pointed in a specific direction and returned with plunder fit for the occasion.
The kennel is perking along. Coby and Gabe are enjoying the big yard, with the accompaniment of a senior Airedale to keep them somewhat in line. Scarlett is enjoying Bailey the Golden - senior moments abound but the old girls approve of the warm weather on the aging joints. Bailey i certainly improved with the addition of Glyco Flex to her regimen. Lola is delighted to have Viola to emulate. With energy to burn and a deep understanding of the kennel routine, both share their thoughts on any and all activities in their purview. Little Bella is in charge of the whole shootin match and rules with a firm tiny paw.
The house crew is upside down with the changes that have occurred. Marguerite has usurped the bedroom, turning out Marilla, Lori, Piper and Billy a well as the omnipresent Einstein. Likely Einstein is the most affronted but Marilla is certain the humans have completely lose their minds. Billy is simply miffed. Lori is heartbroken and Piper is not feeling well enough to honestly care much to this point. Her recovery will be complete when she puts up a usual Piper fuss. Conversely, Marguerite is tickled with her full time support person, her position of centrality and her ability to share her thoughts so freely. Certainly, Lee has a complete understanding of the number of steps from the second to third floor, of the nooks and crannies in the front yard and of the impact of lack of sleep on an otherwise relatively normal human. Chantelle is no longer an alien from Marguerite's perspective and has been accepted as occasional visitor as long as she recognizes Marguerite immediately that she enters the room and offers adequate homage. The litter is doing well - puppies are growing, getting stronger by the day and more mobile. Already, it appears that green collar will be the traveller, finding his way about the area on a regular basis and being corralled by Marguerite and Lee as he checks out the bedroom. Others are far less interested in adventure, preferring to concentrate on the next meal. Prying taupe, grey or tan from Marguerite is like moving well positioned velcro apart.
While meals have been catch as catch can since Sunday, this evening was the turning point. There was champagne a la Ken. This was followed by lovely Greek salad. Then there was a shared repast of crab cakes, chicken pie with a rosemary wine base, fabulous tortiere, pork pie and Jonathan's croissants. Dessert was proffered as eyes rolled. Our Ken excels at hunting and gathering.
The kennel is perking along. Coby and Gabe are enjoying the big yard, with the accompaniment of a senior Airedale to keep them somewhat in line. Scarlett is enjoying Bailey the Golden - senior moments abound but the old girls approve of the warm weather on the aging joints. Bailey i certainly improved with the addition of Glyco Flex to her regimen. Lola is delighted to have Viola to emulate. With energy to burn and a deep understanding of the kennel routine, both share their thoughts on any and all activities in their purview. Little Bella is in charge of the whole shootin match and rules with a firm tiny paw.
The house crew is upside down with the changes that have occurred. Marguerite has usurped the bedroom, turning out Marilla, Lori, Piper and Billy a well as the omnipresent Einstein. Likely Einstein is the most affronted but Marilla is certain the humans have completely lose their minds. Billy is simply miffed. Lori is heartbroken and Piper is not feeling well enough to honestly care much to this point. Her recovery will be complete when she puts up a usual Piper fuss. Conversely, Marguerite is tickled with her full time support person, her position of centrality and her ability to share her thoughts so freely. Certainly, Lee has a complete understanding of the number of steps from the second to third floor, of the nooks and crannies in the front yard and of the impact of lack of sleep on an otherwise relatively normal human. Chantelle is no longer an alien from Marguerite's perspective and has been accepted as occasional visitor as long as she recognizes Marguerite immediately that she enters the room and offers adequate homage. The litter is doing well - puppies are growing, getting stronger by the day and more mobile. Already, it appears that green collar will be the traveller, finding his way about the area on a regular basis and being corralled by Marguerite and Lee as he checks out the bedroom. Others are far less interested in adventure, preferring to concentrate on the next meal. Prying taupe, grey or tan from Marguerite is like moving well positioned velcro apart.
While meals have been catch as catch can since Sunday, this evening was the turning point. There was champagne a la Ken. This was followed by lovely Greek salad. Then there was a shared repast of crab cakes, chicken pie with a rosemary wine base, fabulous tortiere, pork pie and Jonathan's croissants. Dessert was proffered as eyes rolled. Our Ken excels at hunting and gathering.
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