Wile the Canine, (aka Gordi and/or Splinter?!)

It looks like the gentlemen of 13 Highland may have a new roomate of the canine variety.  A rescue dog from Tennessee, narowly missing the throes of death and with a sexual appetite higher than poor Keira could handle, Bryn has asked her fellow brothers myself and Scot to take this great guy for a while, but perhaps we shall keep him.  Despite the minor chewing of shoes and socks, he doesnt shed, is house broken and as sweet and loveable as they come.  Picture to follow as soon as I get a replacement digital camera.  Quite a day otherwise, started fresh reading about the presidential hopeful Baraka Obama, managed to sneak a quick hour of work at York Street, a standard real estate day, a life changing event to say the least, a dinner out and a lovely viewing of “The Grinch who Stole Christmas”  plus a few fuzeball games to boot.