Rains - impressive in their magnitude

It was a monsoon.  Early morning was grey for Lee's amusement, while Our Ken watched the back of his eyelids.  And then the skies opened.  Water came down as a deluge, accompanied by impressive winds.  Most of the dogs snoozed the day away.  Marguerite occasionally ventured to the covered deck to contemplate the power of nature.  Dolly and Lori decided to brave the elements, on occasion, to do whatever it is that these two do when it is essential to be outside - damn the torpedoes.  There were meetings for the alpha male, taking him to Truro for the afternoon and early evening.  Chantelle surfaced, intending to whisk her Welsh home.  Alas, Lee had other plans and the Chantellemobile returned to the village to hunt and gather and Chantelle then accompanied Lee to a Halifax Kennel Club meeting.  Life has its own way of carrying us forward.  Ken arrived for the meal - as is Ken's wont - and looked after the close routine in his own way.  That would entail closing the kennel and leaving the house for Lee's return, pleasing Lee greatly.  Dawn and Jimmy were at the meeting as well and Jimmy will be an excellent source for Our Ken to explore homeopathic and alternative medicine.  The two are likely to talk long into the night on this topic, sharing what Jimmy learned.  Lee would have offered the notebook but Jimmy's malady precluded his note taking.  Fortified with coffee, though, there is no doubt his level of concentration was beyond the rest.

The kennel was manageable in the bad weather.  The dogs were in and out, even when confined to their indoor/outdoor runs.  Outside is also covered so even little Bella was dry and able to share her thoughts with the elements.  Zoe is here for a week long stay and is enjoying the company of other Welsh.  She had lots of American-isms to share with Viola and Jessie-R.  They will, in turn, teach Mason who will be able to share with most of Nova Scotia in his strident tones.  Scarlett and Sarah were happy to take life easy, joining Trebia and Scooter, the latter somewaht impatient to see the end of this weather.  There were no ball games on this day.

The house crew spent much of the day snoozing, getting up to check the sky and returning to the beds and open crates.  Patti requested the puppies be moved - they are disturbing her regular haunts and that is not acceptable to the old girl.  Piper trained a close eye on Lee, assisting as often as possible in anything that was happening and parking on Lee's feet as the need arose.  That can be a slight impediment when there is still forward momentum.  Abigail is thriving, didn't notice that there was rain falling and continued her little ways.  The puppies are growing and becoming resigned to dog food.  The large dish is now being cleaned provided there is sufficient goat's milk to get everyone started.  The three smallest then repair to their own apartment to have a separate meal of formula to top up their routine.  The beginning of puppy games have started.  These will ramp up as the puppies are able to moved outside for periods of the day.  Personalities are also starting to impress themselves on the people of the house.  Those are watched carefully so that the right nature goes to the home most receptive to that little one. 

Dinner was catered by Bitar's.  Lee's Caribbean rum cake crumbs on the counter spoke to Our Ken's dessert.