Apartment for rent

One bedroom, second floor apartment in Overbrook near St. Laurent mall. A free parking space, easy access to bus route (15-20 minutes to downtown) and plenty of shopping nearby.

It’s the upstairs portion of a split duplex and has a kitchen, bathroom, living room and bedroom. Newly refinished bath and kitchen floor.  Two private entrances, plenty of storage space, hardwood and tile floors, a balcony for barbecuing and access to an outdoor shed (shared with downstairs tenant.) Fenced backyard ideal for pets.

Gas heat paid by landlord so you just have to pay for electricity and other services like phone and cable. Kitchen comes with fridge and stove.

Approximately 500 square feet:
Kitchen 7′ x 13′
Bathroom 5′ x 8′
Bedroom – 8′ x 12′
Living room – 9′ x 14′

$700 per month, available July 1st 2009.
contact Kris: kewarken at hotmail dot com, (613)866-7762, (613)221-9448.


Living Room

Living Room

Sister from the same mister and swimming.

I’m going to try this gallery thing again. This time I actually annotated the pictures so hopefully it’s somewhat better. I swear WordPress has the worst UI ever. It’s just painful to add a bunch of pictures. The gallery UI isn’t much better. Once you start you can click on the lower pictures to go to the next ones but I couldn’t get it to show bigger pics so you have to click to zoom in. Also, the title of the picture sort of gets blended in at the top so it’s not really obvious. Bleah.

On Friday we went to our friends who just got a puppy who has the same father as Bica. Sadie’s mother was a yellow and her father was a chocolate. The strange genetic experiment that is the Labrador Retriever causes this combination to result in a litter of yellow, chocolate and black labs believe it or not so neither of Sadie’s parents shared her color. I wonder if that results in some interesting conversations in the dog world? “I saw you behind the shed with that black lab from across the street you slut!”

Saturday morning was swimming time and I think the pictures speak for themselves.



What’s happening?

Been a while since an update so I’ll put a few things into one post.  We went to Rob and Katie’s wedding last night but a couple weeks before that I went to his bachelor party out at a cottage on a lake.  Here he is in the fishing boat with his brother.

We got into a fair bit of mischief that evening but I actually kept enough presence of mind to set up a tripod and take some shots of the moon over the lake.

Needless to say, I can’t really party with a bunch of Newfs without paying the price and the price was a pretty horrid motorcycle ride home and most of the next day in bed.  Good times.

Sharon has about a million pictures and videos on her little camera but she’s going to have to learn to put them up on her Facebook because I just can’t process that many images.  I’ve got enough of my own to worry about.  On Saturday we took Bica down to the river.  She still doesn’t quite get the point of swimming even though she’s capable of doing it.

We met a 7 month Doberman that she had quite a wild time with. Amazing how rough dogs play and rarely hurt each other.

Some swans were hanging around because we were throwing rocks for the dogs to chase into the water.  They don’t like dogs and hiss like enormous cats when the dogs get too close.  I expect these swans would mess the dogs up pretty bad since they’re exceptionally vicious and bad tempered and bigger than the doberman to boot.

We got dressed up for the wedding.  Sharon looked pretty awesome in her blue dress.

We danced until pretty late and then went to a play date later in the afternoon with a lady Sharon used to work with and her dogs.  The little yellow is the same age as Bica so they were perfect for each other.

She had a wading pool.  Rub a dub dub, three dogs in a tub.

Whew…finally got the tub to myself.

I’ve got the ball!!! Come get me!

If you two can’t play nicely, I’m taking the ball.

Are you me da?

Puppies are exhausting.

Ah…there’s me da.

That’s all for now.




Been a bit slow on the updates lately.  We went up to the in-laws cottage on the Canada Day weekend so Bica got her first real nature adventures.  Here are a bunch of assorted pictures that you can click on to see larger or read the captions.  The one that is somewhat newsworthy is the picture of the eggs.  We weren’t surprised but at least now we know.

I don’t think I particularly like this gallery option so I probably won’t use it again.  Anyway, here’s a video of her trying to make friends with Finnegan.  She’s usually more polite than this but sometimes she gets a little frisky.  Finnegan knows how to deal with that.

More Puppy.

Probably the most dramatic thing so far would be the near death experience for the bird.  For those of you who don’t remember what Motley looks like, here’s a picture of her I took for a Christmas card.

And here’s what she looks like after her first encounter with a ‘bird dog’:

Hopefully it will grow back as nice as it was before and hopefully a lesson was learned by all.  I only stepped out for a second and the bird flew and the dog chased.  I just got a hold of the dog as she got a hold of the tail and came away with about a dozen tail feathers.  Bet that stung.

Ironically, I had been playing with a cat toy shaped like a bird and made an oddly prescient comment about perhaps that not being a good idea considering that we have a pet bird:

Next we examine the phenomenon of puppies sleeping.  Cats are pretty good at sleeping in awkward spots but puppies give them a good run for their money.  On the TV table:

On our feet in the kitchen:

Flat on her back in the living room:

Speaking of cats, our cat is not exactly on speaking terms with us at the moment.  He barely tolerates this excitable interloper on his turf and has taken to hiding in the basement.  Doesn’t he look happy under the stairs?

One last picture for purposes of scale and cuteness.  Apparently Labradors are very food motivated:



New Baby, 11 pounds, 8 ounces

Brought home the puppy today.  She was amazingly good on the ride home.  Two hours in the car and she mostly just slept or tried to explore.  Probably about 30 seconds in whining all together.  Here she is with her sister.  Blackberry takes crappy pictures.  She’s the one in the middle with the pink collar.

At the breeders, mommy with her new baby:

Another crappy blackberry photo on the ride home.  Hard to snap and drive.

When she got home she was fascinated by the puppy in the mirror and tried to play with it:

Action shot in the back yard:

Eating leaves:

Wedged in behind the air conditioner.

That toy is bigger than she is:

8am saturday morning, 2 hours after we started playing with her, it’s nap time again.  Not bad, we were only up with her 6 or 7 times over the night between us.  Sigh…it’s going to be a long couple weeks.

Demonstrating the frog position:

Oh the fun we’re going to have.




So we’re getting a puppy.  We’ve been on the waiting list with our breeder since before they were born and now we’re getting to the final countdown.  2 weeks less a day until we pick her up.  Last weekend we went to the breeder to visit them and I’ll tell you, even though I prefer mellow, adult dogs, these pups were cute.  Here’s their momma….she looks pretty tired.  I suppose that having 11 puppies would make almost anyone tired and I have a feeling that’s we’re going to look like that after we get the puppy too.


And here are the pups.  Not sure how the cat is going to take having one of these around but we hope he’ll be alright.  We won’t know which one we get until the day since the dog’s owner and the bitch’s owner are taking the top male and top female.  That won’t be known until the 11th of this month when all the breeders get together to vote on pick of the litter.  We’re second in line for a female which means we’ll get third pick out of 5.





Sharon’s sister Michelle from Toronto came too.  She tried to steal a puppy but the breeder noticed the squirmy bulge under her shirt and made her give it back. 😉


On our way back from Napanee, we stopped in Kingston for a bit.  Nice harbor front.


Next friday.  Friday the 13th.  Hopefully it will be a lucky day for us and we’ll get a lovely puppy who won’t poop in the house too much and won’t eat our furniture too much.



Life explained

I don’t usually do a cut and paste from another post but this was too good.  Credit where credit is due.

A boat docked in a tiny Mexican village. An American tourist complimented the Mexican fisherman on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took him to catch them.

“Not very long,” answered the Mexican.

“But then, why didn’t you stay out longer and catch more?” asked the American.

The Mexican explained that his small catch was sufficient to meet his needs and those of his family.

The American asked, “But what do you do with the rest of your time?”

“I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, and take a siesta with my wife. In the evenings, I go into the village to see my friends, have a few drinks, play the guitar, and sing a few songs. I have a full life.”

The American interrupted, “I have an MBA from Harvard and I can help you! You should start by fishing longer every day. You can then sell the extra fish you catch. With the extra revenue, you can buy a bigger boat.”

“And after that?” asked the Mexican.

“With the extra money the larger boat will bring, you can buy a second one and a third one and so on until you have an entire fleet of trawlers. Instead of selling your fish to a middle man, you can then negotiate directly with the processing plants and maybe even open your own plant. You can then leave this little village and move to Mexico City, Los Angeles, or even New York City! From there you can direct your huge new enterprise.”

“How long would that take?” asked the Mexican.

“Twenty, perhaps twenty-five years,” replied the American.

“And after that?”

“Afterwards? Well my friend, that’s when it gets really interesting,” answered the American, laughing. “When your business gets really big, you can start buying and selling stocks and make millions!”

“Millions? Really? And after that?” asked the Mexican.

“After that you’ll be able to retire, live in a tiny village near the coast, sleep late, play with your children, catch a few fish, take a siesta with your wife and spend your evenings drinking and enjoying your friends.”

And the moral of this story is: ……… Know where you’re going in life… you may already be there.