It was another cold day in Nova Scotia with the eternal spring winds. Warmer days aren't far away, though, the tulips are up and the crocus are ready to bloom. The songbirds have their feathers ruffled but they are back from the South and Our Ken is feeding constantly. As a help, Paula worked on the mean squirrel. On her initial trip out on her deck, the squirrel surfaced and Paula, thinking only of the birds' needs, groomed his tail. Boy, was he ticked. His language would have made a sailor blush as Lee went out to bring the little groomer in. Lee spent much of her day on conference calls and has a tired ear as payment. And Our Ken had Chantelle to assist with his projects. The two were a blur as they moved from one end of the property to another, accomplishing who knows what. There were ladders involved, the tractor was employed and much ado ensued. That level of activity makes Our Ken a happy boy - almost as happy as a good fire!
The kennel is settled. Little Sherlock is in charge and has a routine that he encourages everyone to follow. He is perhaps the brightest little Toy Poodle we have met. His 'sister' Abbie the Labrador puts on a long suffering countenance and trots along at his urging. Barrett is doing well, racing with Trebia and staying in shape in typical Barrett fashion. His singing voice is staying well tuned. Savannah is well and of interest to all of the regulars - the new kid on the block.
The house crew had a great day. There is nothing better in their world than to have all three of their people in one place. With Chantelle's arrival, life is complete. Jack had a spa day, has his spring 'do' and is pretty darned chuffed. Clint spent a few more hours on the table bonding with all who spent any time in the grooming room. Ken finished up Scooter and by dinner time trimmed Patti who looks fabulous. Spring does have its benefits.
Dinner was fishcakes. Lee hadn't made them for some time and they were much enjoyed with lovely greens, lemon wedges and last fall's tomato chow. There had been lemon-cranberry muffins for breakfast and tuna melts for lunch so the day's fare was adequate to everyone's needs. And we move on to Monday and Lee's packing yet again - this time for NB and appointments with lawyers and accountants.
The kennel is settled. Little Sherlock is in charge and has a routine that he encourages everyone to follow. He is perhaps the brightest little Toy Poodle we have met. His 'sister' Abbie the Labrador puts on a long suffering countenance and trots along at his urging. Barrett is doing well, racing with Trebia and staying in shape in typical Barrett fashion. His singing voice is staying well tuned. Savannah is well and of interest to all of the regulars - the new kid on the block.
The house crew had a great day. There is nothing better in their world than to have all three of their people in one place. With Chantelle's arrival, life is complete. Jack had a spa day, has his spring 'do' and is pretty darned chuffed. Clint spent a few more hours on the table bonding with all who spent any time in the grooming room. Ken finished up Scooter and by dinner time trimmed Patti who looks fabulous. Spring does have its benefits.
Dinner was fishcakes. Lee hadn't made them for some time and they were much enjoyed with lovely greens, lemon wedges and last fall's tomato chow. There had been lemon-cranberry muffins for breakfast and tuna melts for lunch so the day's fare was adequate to everyone's needs. And we move on to Monday and Lee's packing yet again - this time for NB and appointments with lawyers and accountants.

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