Life is moving forward at speed. The weather was again pleasant although certainly not hot. Our friends in New England appear to be keeping the warmth south of the 49th parallel. The gardening continues, with Our Ken turning soil at a great rate. Vegetables are being planted and strawberries coming in the door. Roses are blooming and the chestnut has formed its crop, dropping the candle flowers to blanket the front lawn. Lawn chairs finally surfaced so the summer motorcycle count can begin in earnest. Tex comes to mind at this season, remembering his races along the fence line barking those two wheeled nemeses at every opportunity. His spirit will never leave Regalridge. Lee continues to puppy sit - supporting Mama Marguerite. Marguerite approves. Paul and Denita visited and took lots of pictures. More to come, we're sure. On this day, a new arrival happened upon the deck feeder. Ken knocked on the window, beckoning Lee for the viewing. There sat a baby finch, eating up a storm, blissfully unconcerned about the people within arm's reach. Down was being replaced by feathers on the chest and she was able to fly, in her own way.
The kennel ticks along with happy dogs and little Bella in charge. That little paw takes command as if born to the role. Scarlett chuckles at the little one and Sarah shakes her head. Trebia has no idea that there are rules in life and races herself to Bella's encouragement.
The house crew is well and happy. With Lee in residence and Ken's comings and goings, all is right with their world. Patti is enjoying life, eating her meals with enthusiasm and playing Patti-games. Late spring is a good season for the old dogs. Charlotte has been keeping an eye on the youngsters, helping Clint teach Gabe is abc's. Gabe is doing well, enjoying the ministrations of the older Airedales. He is certain that they really, really like him and his antics. Piper would like the puppies to return to wherever it is they came from and Marguerite could join them. Lee's attention being given to anyone other than Piper is not in the cards in Princess Piper's opinion - and she has lots of opinions. Marguerite shrugs from her lofty position on the couch and the puppies don't give a hoot. Piper explained her position on the subject of puppies to Denita during her visit, curling her lip at the puppies as Denita listened to her complaints. At least someone understood her. When Denita and Paul leave with one of those puppies in July, Piper will consider them traitors on par with Philby.
Dinner was a mixed grill. There were lamb chops and rib steak, potatoes, sweet onion and portobellos, corn and, for Ken, pie. Life is good.
The kennel ticks along with happy dogs and little Bella in charge. That little paw takes command as if born to the role. Scarlett chuckles at the little one and Sarah shakes her head. Trebia has no idea that there are rules in life and races herself to Bella's encouragement.
The house crew is well and happy. With Lee in residence and Ken's comings and goings, all is right with their world. Patti is enjoying life, eating her meals with enthusiasm and playing Patti-games. Late spring is a good season for the old dogs. Charlotte has been keeping an eye on the youngsters, helping Clint teach Gabe is abc's. Gabe is doing well, enjoying the ministrations of the older Airedales. He is certain that they really, really like him and his antics. Piper would like the puppies to return to wherever it is they came from and Marguerite could join them. Lee's attention being given to anyone other than Piper is not in the cards in Princess Piper's opinion - and she has lots of opinions. Marguerite shrugs from her lofty position on the couch and the puppies don't give a hoot. Piper explained her position on the subject of puppies to Denita during her visit, curling her lip at the puppies as Denita listened to her complaints. At least someone understood her. When Denita and Paul leave with one of those puppies in July, Piper will consider them traitors on par with Philby.
Dinner was a mixed grill. There were lamb chops and rib steak, potatoes, sweet onion and portobellos, corn and, for Ken, pie. Life is good.
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