All is well at Regalridge. Lee is returned from Toronto the Good and Our Ken is more content. And there was activity while planes were flying the skies. Ken's buddy Jimmy came to visit. The back run that the Welsh use was demolished and along with it Paula's escape route - she sends Uncle Jimmy her sincere thanks. That was day 1. At the end of that day, on the regular evening telephone calls, all Lee heard was a groan and "I hurt - you have to talk. I'm too tired." Our Ken is not all that up for manual labour. And we expect it might have been under someone else's direction - That would be a challenge. The bet is Jimmy has had more willing staff. And it wasn't over. The next day the replacement fencing was installed by Our Ken and Jimmy. What a difference to the back 40. The view planes are totally altered for the better. Jack the Welsh loves it. He now has acres to watch and supervise. That works well for him. Paula has had an initial spin and is eyeing a couple of areas for their escape potential. And then there is the kindling. Jimmy cut and loaded the huge amount of wood into his pick up - and guess who unloaded. Dawn, we hear there is a special on Minard's linament at Tack and Feed. And it was Shelagh's birthday. Heather Cook had organized a great party and Shelagh seemed to enjoy it. There was lovely cake and cupcakes, Heather's fantastic oatcakes and lots of other treats with many friends helping her enjoy her special day.
The kennel is doing well. There was coming and going all week that resulted today in Barrett continuing his stay, running in his yard and racing Trebia daily. His woo wooing still goes on daily as he catches a glimpse of his best friend. He was not, however, impressed by the change in weather and made a fast turn when he felt the freezing rain. Abbie and Sherlock remain in residence. Our Ken advises that Sherlock is a real Sherlock, full of himself and strutting around proud of punch. He flies out through his inside/outside door and manages like a much larger version of himself, not missing a meal and in charge of all he surveys. Abbie played with old Bailey every day until she departed at the end of the week. She now has to manage the big yard by herself - a big responsibility.
The house dogs are doing well but were dismayed to see snow in the air and the cold high winds. They were pretty sure spring had arrived. But, with freezing rain the center point of this storm mud should return soon. The little Norwich are delighted to have their Lee home - bossiness just is nowhere as much fun with Our Ken. Piper welcomed Lee with stories of lament and tragedy. And Patti complained that Our Ken mixes proteins when making her meals - totally unacceptable. Nick accompanied Ken to collect Lee at the airport and offered his warm and exuberant greeting as the PT Cruiser trunk door was opened - in Nick's world that means he turned his head and blinked.
Our Ken did not fare well in the food department this week so any meal would have received approbation. In this case it was chicken breasts with a light sauce, grilled potatoes and parsnips and Hagen Daz. All is back to normal in Our Ken's world and we are ready for another day . . .
The kennel is doing well. There was coming and going all week that resulted today in Barrett continuing his stay, running in his yard and racing Trebia daily. His woo wooing still goes on daily as he catches a glimpse of his best friend. He was not, however, impressed by the change in weather and made a fast turn when he felt the freezing rain. Abbie and Sherlock remain in residence. Our Ken advises that Sherlock is a real Sherlock, full of himself and strutting around proud of punch. He flies out through his inside/outside door and manages like a much larger version of himself, not missing a meal and in charge of all he surveys. Abbie played with old Bailey every day until she departed at the end of the week. She now has to manage the big yard by herself - a big responsibility.
The house dogs are doing well but were dismayed to see snow in the air and the cold high winds. They were pretty sure spring had arrived. But, with freezing rain the center point of this storm mud should return soon. The little Norwich are delighted to have their Lee home - bossiness just is nowhere as much fun with Our Ken. Piper welcomed Lee with stories of lament and tragedy. And Patti complained that Our Ken mixes proteins when making her meals - totally unacceptable. Nick accompanied Ken to collect Lee at the airport and offered his warm and exuberant greeting as the PT Cruiser trunk door was opened - in Nick's world that means he turned his head and blinked.
Our Ken did not fare well in the food department this week so any meal would have received approbation. In this case it was chicken breasts with a light sauce, grilled potatoes and parsnips and Hagen Daz. All is back to normal in Our Ken's world and we are ready for another day . . .
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