Well, the forecast and the reality were not precisely aligned. It was cloudy and cool enough that by late afternoon Ken gave in to Lee's fussing and lit the fire in the den. The birds were less active than in previous days with only the most hardy spending much time at the feeders. The woodpeckers continue to work at the suet, feeding their family in spite of the cold, damp and winds. The little swallows hunkered down to wait it out. The day was filled with puppy activity, some minor gardening and the usual hunting and gathering. This time, list in hand, Our Ken found his way to the city, both grocery stores and his fish truck, the latter offering up lobster for dinner.
The kennel ticks along, the dogs well and happy.
The house crew are thriving, enjoying Lee's being with them every minute and working to create lots of opportunity for her to cater to their whims. Marilla carts something around in her mouth as often as is possible, requiring a close look on a regular basis to remove the item that is often not edible, playable or dog friendly - think pot covers, Ken's Boot, the mop, a bird seed container, a roll of paper towel . . . Marguerite, on the other hand, is interested only in all things edible - the challenge is that her version of tasty and Lee's is often in opposition. Pot holders, dish towels, newspaper and cookbooks have all been tried and often not rejected without intervention. Marguerite has excellent reach so counters are no real challenge for our lovely long-legged girl. Abigail stands under the miscreants, urging them on to greater feats. Billy remains fascinated by the puppies, feeling that he could assist in feeding if only someone would give up one of those formula bottles. Lee demurs. Patti is well and the only dog not to change her routine with the dip in weather. The games must go on.
Dinner was a lead in to the week end - lobster with drawn butter, cooked and cracked by the chief lobster chef (Our Ken), Cesar salad, french bread and rhubarb pie. Life is good
The kennel ticks along, the dogs well and happy.
The house crew are thriving, enjoying Lee's being with them every minute and working to create lots of opportunity for her to cater to their whims. Marilla carts something around in her mouth as often as is possible, requiring a close look on a regular basis to remove the item that is often not edible, playable or dog friendly - think pot covers, Ken's Boot, the mop, a bird seed container, a roll of paper towel . . . Marguerite, on the other hand, is interested only in all things edible - the challenge is that her version of tasty and Lee's is often in opposition. Pot holders, dish towels, newspaper and cookbooks have all been tried and often not rejected without intervention. Marguerite has excellent reach so counters are no real challenge for our lovely long-legged girl. Abigail stands under the miscreants, urging them on to greater feats. Billy remains fascinated by the puppies, feeling that he could assist in feeding if only someone would give up one of those formula bottles. Lee demurs. Patti is well and the only dog not to change her routine with the dip in weather. The games must go on.
Dinner was a lead in to the week end - lobster with drawn butter, cooked and cracked by the chief lobster chef (Our Ken), Cesar salad, french bread and rhubarb pie. Life is good
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