All is well in the land of rain and mud. The wet season generally slows after April showers so this extension well into May is a surprise. Our Ken worried that his tulips would bloom during the trip to Virginia - not so. Wet blooms abound. With the showers, the alpha male was forced to content himself with the garage - who knows what goes on in that building but certainly there are no cars parked there so there is room to tunnel and hoard. Organizing appears to consist of moving the same objects from one area to another in some sort of sequence known only to men. The dogs alternated between gathering at the fence to watch the back and forth and returning to the saner house activity to dry out and add muddy footprints to give Lee something to clean. Thoughtful crowd, these Airedales. During the Virginia hiatus, the resident raccoon was trapped in a live trap and carried several miles down the country road to be sent on his way into the woods. Well, another has taken his place. the birds lose their suet cakes to these critters and having them wander the property is not a good thing. Our Ken will have to put on his Davy Crockett boots and make that trap earn its oats.
The kennel emptied out with Poe and the Welsh departing with a wave and a kick of the heels. Coby is relieved to see the end of Marged and Shillelagh and has suggested to Sarah that they could be best friends. Sarah is very busy, however, assessing her options vis-a-vis the new fence in yard four. She is pretty certain there is an escape route if only she can find it. Lola tracks her progress and Trebia ignores it all wondering where in heaven's name a dog could go that would offer a better lifestyle.
The house crew are not amused by the water coming from the sky. Charlotte is giving it the old college try but admits that being wet for extended periods is no fun, even for our outdoor girl. Patti has developed the Goldilocks syndrome. The beds are stacked in the morning to provide some hope of getting through the den without landing on a dog. Patti tries stack after stack to find the perfect spot for an old girl, sometimes finishing three feet off the floor on beds four deep.
Dinner was a favourite - all afternoon cooked ribs made with a mesquite rub and special sauce, new potatoes and peas. Dessert was a fabulous chocolate mousse (Rocky Mountain bittersweet from Lee's trips through Toronto airport, strong espresso and high grade vanilla) that Our Ken commends.
The kennel emptied out with Poe and the Welsh departing with a wave and a kick of the heels. Coby is relieved to see the end of Marged and Shillelagh and has suggested to Sarah that they could be best friends. Sarah is very busy, however, assessing her options vis-a-vis the new fence in yard four. She is pretty certain there is an escape route if only she can find it. Lola tracks her progress and Trebia ignores it all wondering where in heaven's name a dog could go that would offer a better lifestyle.
The house crew are not amused by the water coming from the sky. Charlotte is giving it the old college try but admits that being wet for extended periods is no fun, even for our outdoor girl. Patti has developed the Goldilocks syndrome. The beds are stacked in the morning to provide some hope of getting through the den without landing on a dog. Patti tries stack after stack to find the perfect spot for an old girl, sometimes finishing three feet off the floor on beds four deep.
Dinner was a favourite - all afternoon cooked ribs made with a mesquite rub and special sauce, new potatoes and peas. Dessert was a fabulous chocolate mousse (Rocky Mountain bittersweet from Lee's trips through Toronto airport, strong espresso and high grade vanilla) that Our Ken commends.
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