It is a wet early fall day. The news is filled with the launch of the Bluenose schooner. Pictured on the Canadian dime, this is a major event and has drawn thousands to our UNESCO heritage town on the south shore. Tide is high in a little more than an hour and the lovely vessel is poised to make her debut. That's news in this little province. It was a full day at Regalridge as well. There was paperwork to complete, outside jobs to take on since this was to be the last of the warm sunny days for the next while and sorting to accomplish with the move of furniture complete. Pictures were rehung and walls washed. Concrete was poured by the alpha male and paint brushes were wielded. Einstein has a new perch on the back of the living room sofa, an adequate spot from which to observe activity on the east side of the house and especially provenant for vicariously hunting birds.
The kennel is quiet and the girls in season are doing their best to keep up the charade of concerned visitors. Sarah is particularly helpful and encourages Marguerite. Lori is embarrassed. Scooter joins in when not balancing the ball on her nose - it is hard to bark and balance simultaneously. Trebia bounces and barks, the better to push out that hound sound.
The house crew are trying out the leather furniture. Dolly has perfected the chair - hopping in and leaning back until the foot rest is engaged and the rocking stops. With a sigh she then circles and plants herself, head on the arm and eyes closing. Ken is again relegated to the couch. Marilla has bounced up and off several times, not entirely sure that the lovely leather is an improvement over her couch of preference that disappeared from under her nose. Charlotte is content to engage her dog bed and Piper holds all furniture in little regard, preferring the kitchen with its more central vantage points. Billy is ignoring the change in the room, trying hard to maintain his composure as he attempts to follow his usual patterns, only to find a chair blocking his way.
Meals included a lovely tomato basil soup, a roast chicken with roast potatoes and Our Ken's apple pie. Life goes on.
The kennel is quiet and the girls in season are doing their best to keep up the charade of concerned visitors. Sarah is particularly helpful and encourages Marguerite. Lori is embarrassed. Scooter joins in when not balancing the ball on her nose - it is hard to bark and balance simultaneously. Trebia bounces and barks, the better to push out that hound sound.
The house crew are trying out the leather furniture. Dolly has perfected the chair - hopping in and leaning back until the foot rest is engaged and the rocking stops. With a sigh she then circles and plants herself, head on the arm and eyes closing. Ken is again relegated to the couch. Marilla has bounced up and off several times, not entirely sure that the lovely leather is an improvement over her couch of preference that disappeared from under her nose. Charlotte is content to engage her dog bed and Piper holds all furniture in little regard, preferring the kitchen with its more central vantage points. Billy is ignoring the change in the room, trying hard to maintain his composure as he attempts to follow his usual patterns, only to find a chair blocking his way.
Meals included a lovely tomato basil soup, a roast chicken with roast potatoes and Our Ken's apple pie. Life goes on.
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