one hundred. ninety five.

Baked an apple pie and am listening to Laura Marling.
Well, it's still baking. We'll see if ends up tasting anything like an apple pie.
I'm certain it won't look like one.
Guess who gives up when confronted with a crust?
This girl.
So, botched the crust, but the filling looks yummy.
You win some, you lose some.

We have a new dog. His name is Sheffield.
He's a puggle.
His bottom teeth stick out so he always looks tough/absurd.
Unless he's sleeping.
Remember that one time I fell asleep on the beach and started nose whistling? Sheffield does that all the time when he's sleeping. Either that or an exaggerated snorting snore. Which is awesome because it's not like my biggest pet peeve is nose breathers.
[Oh wait, it definitely is.]
Such a peaceful pup.
He also makes a lot of noise when he's just standing in one place.
Apparently breathing is a challenge for this dog.
He's quite the character, though, and after hating him for the first 30 hours, I'm a little in love with him.

One funny thing about Sheffield is that he is the least subtle creature.
Kanoa is big, so she can be subtle about things. Stealing food from the table means just inching closer very slowly until she can rest her head on the table and slyly steal your bread without you noticing.
Sheffield just has to commit and act fast. He's too short for subtle.
He's sees food.
He leaps
grabs
and runs.
Pretty hilarious.

Pie update: Smells great, looks wretched.

I know I wrote a post ages ago about bathroom etiquette. I'd like to revisit that oh-so-briefly.
In addition to knocking on every bathroom door you intend to enter
another good habit to practice would be hanging up your phone before you pop in to the stall next to me.
Or any stall, really.
Or the bathroom at all. Just hang up. Call them back.
Or hold it.
Pick one.
Thanks much.