The old toilet & Lola, the lab
This is two blogs in one. One story has nothing to do w/ the other, but both struck me as interesting today.
First of all, the Windmill Ranch is eight miles west of Snyder. It's a an ongoing project. Everyday, there's a new job or a recent project that needs attention. Meantime, my family's purchased the historical and very old Manhattan Hotel along the downtown Snyder square. That's a very new, very intricate and very old project.
The old is what caught my attention today. We know the place was built in stages from 1910-1916. And we know that much of the original interior's still intact.. including some incredible woodwork. But today, we found hardcore proof. We begin pulling up toilets to cut into the floor to check out the piping. These toilets look kinda like today's potties, but they're still a lil' odd.
Anyway, Max (who knows nothing about plumbing) unscrewed one of these odd looking thrones from the floor and that's when he spotted the proof. There stamped on the back of the tank, cast iron by the way, was 06/15/16. I'm no genius, but Max is pretty smart. We figured that means that toilet (at least the tank) was made June 15, 1916. That's 90 years old yesterday. And by the looks of it, it'd work.. if we had water.
Now to Lola, my yellow lab. Actually, she's my daughter's dog but she follows me around like I have ground beef in my pockets. Her big thing is to chase my truck everytime I leave the ranch. It's a real pain. Normally, I stop, call her, give her a treat and put her in her kennel. That way she won't follow me off the property onto a busy highway.
Well just this afternoon, I decided I'd take her into town instead of going through the aforementioned rigormorol. So, I put her in the back of the pickup and loosely tied her up--otherwise she normally jumps out of an open bed.
She does wonderfully... sniffs the air and all the dog stuff. But when I get back home and untie her.. she stays in the bed of the truck. Apparently she doesn't know she can jump out. It'd be one thing if she figured it out after a few minutes. But she stayed in the bed for 20-minutes. Keep in mind, this is a labrador that's not a big water fan and hates the sound of gunfire. I guess if she were a car she'd be considered a lemon. Still she looks good and she's sweet.
Bill Robertson
First of all, the Windmill Ranch is eight miles west of Snyder. It's a an ongoing project. Everyday, there's a new job or a recent project that needs attention. Meantime, my family's purchased the historical and very old Manhattan Hotel along the downtown Snyder square. That's a very new, very intricate and very old project.
The old is what caught my attention today. We know the place was built in stages from 1910-1916. And we know that much of the original interior's still intact.. including some incredible woodwork. But today, we found hardcore proof. We begin pulling up toilets to cut into the floor to check out the piping. These toilets look kinda like today's potties, but they're still a lil' odd.
Anyway, Max (who knows nothing about plumbing) unscrewed one of these odd looking thrones from the floor and that's when he spotted the proof. There stamped on the back of the tank, cast iron by the way, was 06/15/16. I'm no genius, but Max is pretty smart. We figured that means that toilet (at least the tank) was made June 15, 1916. That's 90 years old yesterday. And by the looks of it, it'd work.. if we had water.
Now to Lola, my yellow lab. Actually, she's my daughter's dog but she follows me around like I have ground beef in my pockets. Her big thing is to chase my truck everytime I leave the ranch. It's a real pain. Normally, I stop, call her, give her a treat and put her in her kennel. That way she won't follow me off the property onto a busy highway.
Well just this afternoon, I decided I'd take her into town instead of going through the aforementioned rigormorol. So, I put her in the back of the pickup and loosely tied her up--otherwise she normally jumps out of an open bed.
She does wonderfully... sniffs the air and all the dog stuff. But when I get back home and untie her.. she stays in the bed of the truck. Apparently she doesn't know she can jump out. It'd be one thing if she figured it out after a few minutes. But she stayed in the bed for 20-minutes. Keep in mind, this is a labrador that's not a big water fan and hates the sound of gunfire. I guess if she were a car she'd be considered a lemon. Still she looks good and she's sweet.
Bill Robertson
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