All is well in the world of Regalridge. It is moving week for Chantelle, the week of the Atlantic Terrier Association Specialty Show, the week of the Halifax Kennel Club largest show in the region and Our Ken has meetings, meetings, meetings. Bob is in residence, working on fencing for Chantelle's new home and organizing the activity. There was a morning trip to Chantelle's so that Lee and Bob could get the lay of the land. It is a great house and perfect for one person. With its apple trees and outbuildings, bright and airy rooms and great charm, it seems to have been made especially for Chantelle. Her neighbours have checked in and given her the once over so all is well in Dutch Settlement. Alex and Sarah are keeping everything and everyone somewhat centered and Sarah has been given special duties relating to Bob and rest. She takes them seriously. Bob likens her to the Sergeant Major. Sarah would like that. The garage is the center of activity. When the heat gets the better of everyone, there is rest. A process has been developed to paint with efficiency and it appears that Alex does much of the work with a LOT of supervisors, including the dogs. Good thing he can take life in his stride and finds these 'seasoned' men amusing. Lee is moving among a million tasks including the delegation this week of Billy's trimming. That is less than amusing to Lee. Billy is amazed. There are 5 - 7 for all meals and the regular organization questions surrounding the shows. Sleep comes easily to all.
The kennel is busy and Chantelle's little crew are adding to the excitement. They will enjoy getting to know the new house and all decisions are being made with the little crew in mind. Barrett departed with a jaunty wave as did the Tollers. Poe is holding the fort in his area.
The house crew are delighted to have Bob in residence. A new victim to sit on, rub against, share a mouthful of water with and generally keep in line is always appreciated. Gabe, the mechanic, found something wrong with Bob's windshield wiper and, being the helpful young fellow he is, took removed it for inspection. Apparently it did not pass muster. Bob went to the garage. Wipers are Gabe's specialty - ask Alex, or Ken. Patti had a Sarah bath and clean up and feels a million times better. Sarah has her eye on Scooter next. Trebia had a spin, a period in the house, watched Wheel of Fortune with Bob and repaired to the kennel. The baby puppies are growing and enjoying life. They are soon to be tattooed and have vaccinations. That is hard to believe.
Dinner was grilled salmon with scalloped potatoes, fresh corn and a lovely salad with fresh berries, glazed nuts and feta. Blueberry pie was finished up and all is well
The kennel is busy and Chantelle's little crew are adding to the excitement. They will enjoy getting to know the new house and all decisions are being made with the little crew in mind. Barrett departed with a jaunty wave as did the Tollers. Poe is holding the fort in his area.
The house crew are delighted to have Bob in residence. A new victim to sit on, rub against, share a mouthful of water with and generally keep in line is always appreciated. Gabe, the mechanic, found something wrong with Bob's windshield wiper and, being the helpful young fellow he is, took removed it for inspection. Apparently it did not pass muster. Bob went to the garage. Wipers are Gabe's specialty - ask Alex, or Ken. Patti had a Sarah bath and clean up and feels a million times better. Sarah has her eye on Scooter next. Trebia had a spin, a period in the house, watched Wheel of Fortune with Bob and repaired to the kennel. The baby puppies are growing and enjoying life. They are soon to be tattooed and have vaccinations. That is hard to believe.
Dinner was grilled salmon with scalloped potatoes, fresh corn and a lovely salad with fresh berries, glazed nuts and feta. Blueberry pie was finished up and all is well
A stranger knocks.
ReplyDelete'Tis ring leader of the Nangreaves circus, to bid goodness to all. Missing Regalridge, which is oft brought to mind in fall for some reason. The smell of leaves maybe? The smell of leaf blower perhaps! :D
The Nangreaves circus is well - settled in to an historic house in Central Bedeque. Danu still runs the roost, Grendel still barks at anything that moves and most things that don't, with Austin chiming in as often as possible, usually facing the wrong direction... his vising isn't what it used to be, but he's still all terrier!
The support staff are well too... it's a busy life. A custom sewing business has been "acquired", which is going well. And owning a 100+ year old house is a never-ending battle of power tools! Which is ok by me most of the time!
Wishing Chantelle a wonderful home!
And to Ken... be it said I miss my old friend. Love to Lee as always. And the dogs... yes, I do miss the rousing choir and runabouting of 30-40 dogs at once!