The explanation will be anti-climactic. Gary and I are back in our “places” … me (with Cinder) on the couch and he in his recliner chair (the one he said we didn’t need but I bought for him anyway). We love our evening TV watching and we’re not apologetic about it, even if, even though we have friends who don’t watch television. They are so noble. 🤷🏼♀️
Tonight I actually did put wine in my special glass, but not even half a glassful. It’s huge! The wine (some British Columbia dry white) is delicious. I’m down for the count, at least until it’s time to check on all the doggy and kitty guests again.
I asked Gary for a suggestion for supper involving what was left of our roast chicken, and he helpfully answered, “… something with pasta?” Voila: sort of chicken masala. I didn’t have masala, so opened the white wine 😉. Didn’t have mushrooms on hand. The creation turned out quite a bit like my Alfredo dishes, but not quite so toe-curlingly full of garlic and Asiago. It was pretty good, if I may say so. And Gary almost always seems to like the meal and thanks me. This is encouraging, I admit.
We have greens from the garden too.
It has been a rather uneventful day, though there was plenty of work to do this morning. In the kennel building, I was still vacuuming up the collie hair from yesterday … the high velocity drier created a hurricane! The result was exquisite: Pluto’s family had not let him get too matted, so he didn’t look “moth-eaten” when the job was done. He looked and smelled wonderful. He is also a prince to groom.
In the Pet Hostel, I need to keep training the humans. This morning I made room for a small sensitive pet whose owner had made a reservation for boarding a couple of weeks ago. I have seen the owner several times since, and there was no mention of a change in plans, or even a hint that the booking was “tentative”. Turns out, I prepared and waited for nothing. When I tried to confirm, the client told me that they had decided to leave the wee dog with a family member.
Then I went to town and found out that someone else was not bringing their dog, and they intended to phone but, since they had made the reservation on the street in McBride, they assumed I didn’t write it down anyway. I don’t habitually forget to make note of bookings. It can happen, but doesn’t happen often.
We have plenty of four-legged companions anyway! There are dogs Carly, Shadow, another Shadow, Chalco, Scout, Kona, Maggie, Baxter, Stella, Milo, Lily, and Shelly’s little Maya. We have Shelly’s cats Rye and Max, and Herman, who is up for adoption and highly adoptable.
I took a break this afternoon to go to the McBride Community Market, post office, the grocery store, and Welcome Home.
The proprietor of Welcome Home, Francesca, is beautiful and stylish, but she forbid me to include her in photos. Reluctantly, I ceded to her wish. Here, especially for Shay, are a couple of pics of my most welcoming coffee shop:
It is rare that there is nobody at the tables shown and in the intimate corner at the back. I may have thoughtfully excluded some locals at the front of the store. I’m sure you get the idea about why I look forward to resting and/or visiting in this charming place.
Perhaps I mentioned that this week I purchased five mature hens from my friend Leah. It was my choice to look for chickens who are grown, and not likely to be picked on by the remaining two old chooks in the hen house. Also, roosters typically being oversexed jerks, I didn’t want tiny young things to be harassed to death by our “John”, no matter how gentlemanly he might seem.
While I didn’t get a photo of the new hens together, I will show you this one, the only white hen. I’m willing to give her a chance and some space, but the first day I had the newcomers and had turned to admire and gather the three eggs they had laid, this bitch flew at my back and raked me from neck to waist. Now I really keep my eye on her and never turn my back. I usually have a bowl in my hand that I could wield in her direction, but some day I might have a stick to protect myself. Or an axe. You are on notice, you flighty, squawky white girl.
I love you for reading this blog, thank you, my friends.