When it rains it pours . . . down the basement wall and across the billiard table.
Lately we've just seem to be having one of those spats of rough luck that everyone goes through once in a while. Yesterday was no exception.
Last summer I felt the faucet on the front of our house twist a little. A similar thing happened the same week we moved in years ago. Back then the faucet pipe broke in the house and it was a mess. Luckily, Or so I thought, that didn't happen last summer. Fast forward to yesterday and I decided to test some sprinklers on my hose. The pressure burst the pipe just like when we first moved in. only this time I was blissfully ignorant of it due to the fact that I was outside fiddle farting around. Luckily Katrina had to go down stairs for something or it could have been much much worse. fifty dollars (we don't have) and several hours later we had the water turned back on and the basement drying out.
Also we came to the tough decision that it would be better, for a number of reasons, if we found a new home for our dog. He's an AKC papered pure bred Basset Hound who has not been neutered (we originally had hoped to breed him). He's just over five years old and stubborn as an ox (Basset hounds can be like that). He's Always been an outside dog and doesn't care to be in the house for more than a few minutes unless he's getting attention. If you know anyone who might be interested let us know.
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