Danny's Bling Bling

When Danny walks, you can here the clink, clank, klunk a mile away. Especially annoying is the clink against the water bowl in the middle of the night.

I carry my driver's license for ID, but Danny has a tag for his RFID microchip, his Rabies tag from Alabama, Wilton license, Connecticut name tag, and Long Island name tag.

Fair warning if you ever come to visit us, don't wear a celery costume.

Under construction

Progress is finally being made on the second guest room. Since we returned from Hawaii, we haven't had much time to work on the inside of the house. However, with Christmas coming and guests arriving our goal is to have the room ready for visitors.

This would not be so difficult, if the room were in better shape. Unfortunately, the sheetrock is in terrible condition, which means lots of spackle and sanding. Also, a ceiling fan needs to be installed and we can't forget all the new closet shelving.

27 days to go - I see many late nights in the future.

Our fifteen minutes

You may recall that we were contemplating talking to a reporter about the blog the other day. Well, we decided to talk to him and our story is in the Wilton Bulletin this week.

Landscape Plan

Brian Cossari at Hoffman Landscapes has been working diligently on the site plan and it's finally finished. We've had to make multiple changes due to feedback from the Wilton Inland Wetlands Department, but we finally think we have a plan that will satisfy everyone's needs. Hopefully, our application will get accepted at the December meeting and we'll be able to break ground sometime in late Winter/Early Spring.

Newspaper meets blog

For those of you who are tired of hearing about our new dog, you will be glad to know that there is finally a new topic.....

When I came home from work tonight, there was a message on our machine from the Wilton Bulletin, the local newspaper. The message was from a reporter who has been reading this blog and wanted to do a story on our Wilton experiences and blog. My first thought was isn't that funny, a newspaper wants to discuss electronic communication.

My second thought was that I am not sure that I want our blog to be discussed in a news article. Jeff started this as a way of sharing our new home experience with friends and family and now suddenly it would be public. (I realize that the blog is public and anyone can read it, but most people will never find it or see it).

Jeff's reaction was completely opposite. He thinks a news article would be a great way to increase readership. Personally, I think that if you don't know us, you would have zero interest in reading about our home, but maybe I'm wrong. The Internet has a way of making distance irrevelant and provides a sense of kinship among strangers.

And the winner is....

Our vet, South Wilton Vet, hosts a Halloween party and invites everyone (pets included) to attend. We went to see what it was all about - we had some cotton candy, chocolate, and talked to several of the vendors who were there. There were several raffles which we entered. It was fun and a nice way to increase Daniel's socialization.

Well, it turns out that Danny may have the luck of the Irish ! He won two raffles - the first is a gift basket from Best Friends Pet Resort in Norwalk, which I am sure he will enjoy. The second is a free microchip from South Wilton Vet. In case Daniel is ever lost, hopefully he will be found, scanned and returned to us.

Thanks Best Friends and South Wilton Vet!

Bathtime for Daniel

When Daniel was at his foster home, he had a run in with a skunk. Although he did not smell too badly, on days when he got wet, you could definitely tell he had some skunk funk

It appears that Daniel has allergies, so I did not want to bathe him, until the hypo-allergenic dog shampoo which we ordered arrived. The shampoo arrived this week and since it is still fairly warm, we decided it was time for a bath.

We were not sure how Daniel would react to this process. Our Sheltie hated to get wet and would cry pitifully when the water started to flow from the hose. Our other retriever accepted that baths were part of life, and would put his head down and wait for the process to be over.

Daniel was wonderful during the bath. He stood still the whole time and only appeared to be concerned when his tail was lifted for washing underneath. Of course, washing a dog on a rainy day means that the drying process is a slow one. Lots of shaking and several towels later, Daniel has a shiny coat that no longer smells.

Daniel really seems to be a happy dog with an easy going personality. We often wonder why someone would abandon this sweet boy and are thankful that he came into our lives.

Neverending Supply

As a dog owner, you want your charge to be a good citizen. You want him to be friendly around other dogs and to be gentle to other people. That requires socialization and bringing your pup to public areas.

Inevitably, that means you're going to end up picking up some crap. Before taking Danny on his walks downtown, we throw a tennis ball around coaxing him to get done what needs to get done. Sometimes he agrees, sometimes not. Somehow, it seems like I'm always the one walking the dog when he decides to do his business in public.

The other day we were walking downtown when he decides it's time. No problem, I never leave home without a plastic grocery bag in my pocket. He does what he needs to do, I do what I need to do, we find a trash can, and we're on our way. Upon arrival back home, I told Valerie to make sure she puts a grocery bag in her coat pocket so she can do the deed next time. She gives me a devilish smile and says "OK".

The next day, I find a new bag in my coat pocket. At least I know where I stand.

BT99

Browning BT-99

• Built mid 1970s
• 12 Gauge
• Browning Case
• 32" IM Ported Barrel (marked **)
  
• 34" F Barrel (Marked *)
  
• Some blue wear on trigger guard
• Adjustable Recoil Pad
• LOP Adjusts from 13 7/8 to 15 3/8
  
• Old Style forend
• Blonde Wood

Election Day

from John Sherffius:

Pet Sounds

Danny is not a very vocal dog, until it comes to bedtime. Not a night goes by where he doesn't groan on the way to his bed. He sounds like an old man with arthritis. Last night he started yelping in the middle of the night. At first we thought something was wrong, but further investigation showed he was still sleeping. I wonder if he was dreaming about chasing squirrels or running from something.

He's also a serial sigher. Every now and then he lays down and lets out a big sigh like the weight of the world has been lifted off his shoulders.

We've only heard him bark on two occasions. One day, out of the blue, he started barking at a swallow house we put on the shed. He was fixated on that bird house and we basically had to drag him away although there was nothing in it.

The last time he barked we had just come into the basement. He quickly turned around and started barking and growling at some plywood we have stored down there. The hair on the back of his neck was standing straight up and he was just barking at plywood.

We're not complaining, mind you. He could be a Sheltie...

Trick or Treat

The Halloween preparations start pretty early in our household. We usually start picking up a bag of candy here and there so we have enough when the big day hits. We get candy we like, "just in case" we have some left. Sometimes all the candy makes it to Halloween, sometimes we dip into the stash for an emergency chocolate fix.

Since this is the first year in the new house, we didn't really know what to expect. Our two previous houses were in big young neighborhoods and we knew we would get swamped. It was not uncommon for me to get a call on the way home with a frantic "WE NEED MORE CANDY!!" coming from the other end.

But this house is different. We're in a small neighborhood with mostly original owners. It's a nice quiet street with a couple kids, so we thought there would be a steady trickle of goblins all evening. We were prepared with 36 full-sized Hershey bars and a bag of Baby Ruth's for backup.

The darkness descended at 4:50 and Valerie prepared...

5:00...Nothing.

6:00...Nobody.

7:00...Nobody.

7:57...Ding Dong. Danny rushes down the stairs to greet the ghouls. Two kids dressed up, a Father, and an older kid just accompanying them. Danny almost manages to get out the door, but Valerie keeps a handle on him while she gives out the goodies. It's been a slow night, so she offers a big Hershey bar to the older kid who takes her up on it. Dad passes, knowing he's waiting for the Butterfingers when the kids go to bed.

8:00... Nothing.

8:30... Nobody.

9:00...Lights out.

Three freakin' trick-or-treaters last night. And I use the number three loosely.

Danny Update

Imagine waking up in the morning and having this look back at you.

At some point in his life, somebody introduced Danny to the bed. He jumps up there any chance he gets. The first two nights we brought him home, he was on the bed all night. Two people and a dog on the bed all night long. Oh, did you know we have a full-size bed?

By the third night, he must have had enough and jumped off at about 11:30 to perch himself on his L.L. Bean bed for the rest of the night. He's pretty much settled into that schedule, but when we get up in the morning he's right there ready to jump up, even if he's still half asleep himself.

Danny Update

What a face!

Today was a big day for Danny. First thing this morning he went to the vet. Danny was a perfect gentleman with Dr. Cronin who thought he was a little over one. What a surprise! We've got anywhere from one to five-ish for his age. He certainly acts one-ish, but we'll see. Then he had to go to the tax man and get registered with the town. A couple rounds with the tennis ball and he was tuckered out for most of the afternoon. His dog walker Diane came out to meet him in the afternoon and was impressed how sweet he was.

You forget what it's like having a dog in the house. Like, everything on the floor is fair game for playing. I was awoken this morning by a wet sock in Danny's mouth. In another episode, he... well I'll spare you the details, but lets just say we'll be keeping the lid on the laundry hamper from now on.

Meet Danny

Meet Danny. We went to Portland Maine for a lobster dinner and came back with this beautiful Golden. We can't thank the people at Sunshine Golden Retriever Rescue enough, especially his foster Mom, Linda. We promise to take good care of him. More to come...

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NordicTrack Pro

Complete NordicTrack Pro.

• works fine
• heart monitor

Hawaii Fauna

Here's Valerie playing host to a Macaw on Kauai.

They have a Koi pond at the Grand Hyatt Kauai. Every day the guests are encouraged to help feed the Koi. These fish go crazy when it's feeding time and it's just a massive sea of orange and white for about 20 minutes.

At the Hyatt, they have Swans in the pools surrounding the grounds. They are graceful creatures, but Hawaii Wildlife law mandates that since they are wild birds their wings must be clipped.

This is not the Geico Gecko, but one we saw in the wild.

A sea turtle.

A spider web.

Blocks to Sticks

About two months ago, we had a big tree taken down near the power lines. I requested that the wood be blocked up in firewood size blocks and put at the end of the driveway so I could split them at a later point. Somewhere in that, the tree guy heard that he should dump everything about 80 feet from the end of the driveway. Sigh. Last weekend we spent about half a day rolling each block the 80 feet to the driveway so we could split it.

I ordered the log splitter earlier in the week and we had it Saturday. From 9:00 until about 4:30, we were out splitting the big blocks into fireplace sized sticks. Valerie worked the splitter and I got to split the wood. It went pretty good, but we're both sore tonight. Yes, all this wood was from one tree.

While splitting wood, it brought back memories of splitting wood with my Dad. The wood season usually started in the summer when we would venture to a friends camp in the Adirondack mountains. My Dad, Bruce, and Reggie would select trees that were dead and take them down. Then the trees were blocked up and left to dry for a few months. When Fall came, we'd venture back to camp to pick up the blocks and bring them back. That's when the hard work started.

I operated the controls as Dad hefted the humongous blocks up wood up on the horizontal splitter (the old kind, that didn't tip up vertical). We'd work as a team, he lifting and either gesturing with his hand or nodding his head when he was read for me to push. Occasionally I'd miss the cue or be daydreaming and he'd look at me for a few seconds before waving his hands. He was probably wishing my brother were at the controls, but he never lost any fingers.

When the splitting was done, it was the kids job to bring the wood to the shed where it lay protected until it was ready to be used. I'd load up the wheel-barrow, wheel it for what seemed like miles (although it was maybe 50 yards), dump, and do it all over again. And again, and again, and again. Once there was enough wood, Dad would show us how to stack it. We built vertical columns of wood on the end and stacked the rest in the middle. All three of us would be out there stacking wood, Dad making corrections along the way so the pile rose 6 feet high as perpendicular as if measured with a square. That wood eventually heated our house in the winter, usually the year after it was split.

Tomorrow, I stack. To this day I can still stack wood without any end supports.

You may call me Sir Electric

Our stairwell has a light switch on the first floor and a light switch at the top of the stairs. Ever since we moved in about four months ago, the light has never worked right. In order to operate the light from downstairs, the switch on the second floor had to be on.

No big deal, you say. Just keep the light at the top of the stairs on all the time. But, when you go to bed you don't want to leave the hall light on, so we would turn it off. Well, when morning came and the sun was out, we just walked downstairs and left for the day. When we got home, flicked the switch at the bottom of the stairs and...nothing. Rassin, frassin, fricking, frackin switch.

So I dug out my trusty Home Improvement 1-2-3 by Homer D. Poe and looked up three-way switches. I've never really understood how three-way switches work and usually relied on my brother -in-law to hook them up for me. But Homer explained it pretty well. So I opened up both switches and the light and diagrammed the whole thing. I then took my diagram and compared it to the book. Aha, the hot wire was hooked to a traveler instead of the common terminal on the master three-way switch. I turned the power off at the panel, made the right connections, and voila! The light can now be turned on from either the top or the bottom.

Four months for something that could have taken a professional 5 minutes; priceless.