Meet Basil

Our dog-hunt has ended and we are now the proud owners of a five month old English Springer Spaniel we've named Basil C Terwilliger ("Basil" or "Mr. T" for short). I've posted a few pictures to the old, rusting Flickr stream (link on your right, my left) and that's all I've got time to say.

We'll almost.  

Basil is pretty laid back, quiet, and easy to get along with.  We got him from a family where the dad was looking for a driving buddy.  Basil wasn't it, apparently, so we were able to adopt him.  He's been a joy to have all of six hours and we're looking for many more.  Katie is going to be training him and we've got a stack of treats that I expect we're going to work through pretty quick.

Time to first indoor accident as measured from when he entered the house: less than two minutes.  

Puppy Love

Its hard to explain but the pebble that started the avalanche that is buying a house was a desire to have a dog.  Or, more specifically, Katie's desire for a cute puppy.  (I'm not anti-dog at all Katie just loves 'em more).   A few months later we are finally embarking (ha, pun!) on that adventure. We've been spending time reading up on breeds, trying to find one that will fit our lifestyle right now.  Our two top choices are a King Charles Cavalier Spaniel and a Brittany Spaniel. We've been watching Petfinder.com, watching the Kansas Humane Society website and working through organizations that rescue specific breeds.

Today, for example, we are being visited/inspected by a representative for the American Brittany Rescue.  Both Katie and I are a little nervous; we don't know what it would mean if they found us unworthy to own one of their abandoned dogs.  I guess we'll just have to get a dog elsewhere; thankfully there will be many options in a few months as spring rolls around.  We just need to be patient and wait for the dog that is right for us.

Clocks

For those of you who know me pretty well the following will not surprise you: I have been very annoyed by the fact that all of the clocks in our house showed separate times.  This past week, I took it upon myself to synchronize all of them so I don't experience "Star Trek"-like rifts in the space-time continuum when moving from room to room.

It took me about fifteen minutes and the precision of the time-setting varied from clock to clock. Some don't display seconds. Some don't allow the second hand to be set.  Some are very difficult to adjust with any certainty. 

I also discovered odd clustering of time pieces.  The kitchen has four: one on the microwave, one on the oven, one on the wall and one outdoor temperature display.  My bed stand has three: one is the emergency weather radio, one is the alarm clock, and one is an outdoor temperature display.

So how many clocks in our house?  If you ignore the time on the two computers which is set over the internet, then we have eleven.  

What about you?  How many clocks in your house?