Another day, another ...

 

Sometimes it's just nice and quiet and so smell the flowers, ya know?

That's one of my small projects, the paint mixed with baking soda vase... I think you're supposed to only use fake flowers because real ones need water. And I have been cutting my Alamandas and Bougainvilleas whenever and filling the plastic vase. The humidity from the water has the paint/baking soda coming off... so don't do this at home, ha! But fake flowers I am allergic to due to them collecting dust and mildew! Years ago, I threw a bunch away for that very reason! Any-who free is free! By the way, I do have beautiful Lenox and crystal vases too, wedding gifts, of course, but with the MS I drop things so they are put away, plastic is safer these days.

Well, I did do my stripes/highlights in my hair this morning...this was so weird, it took me ten, no make that a dozen pics until I thought you would be able to make out that this is my head and hair color highlighted below.

Now, go with me here. The weird part was that every picture was dark and grainy me so I had to delete each and everyone except this last one, I gave up by this point..., and yet when I took the picture of the flowers with the same camera and the same lighting you can see the difference! Could I be dead? And not know it? It was never this difficult to take a picture of myself before! CRAZY! If you are wondering about the death comment, I know I am not, or am I? Sick joke, kidding! Bad time for me, almost there to the biggy birthday that my MOM never made it to, June 24th would be a week before. The thirteenth anniversary of this blog is the 25th. In conclusion a very subtle colorization of my locks.

Moving on...

The painting of the medicine cabinet is still on hold. I found these days, with my shoulder problem that I am seeing the orthopedic surgeon for, towards the end of this month, I am exhausted from pulling my hair through the cap with that crochet hook! The whole time worrying I was going to stab myself and have dye seep into my brain! That thing was nasty! Joke! Sick one.

Moving on once again... this morning's sunrise!

And so we must go, for now ...

Please be smart, as well as safe.

Have a very pleasant day.

Count those blessings, and we will too!

Next time, please be here or be square, ya hear!

Aussie, say good day!

I am Aussie, not being from Australia, but American-made, I will comply anyway, for the fun of it,... so I will say good day!

I am called Aussie because my Mom asked a sixteen-year-old girl, who had been looking at me, in the crate at the adoption site, that day, what she thought I should be named. And without hesitation, the teenager had said, Aussie! She was just looking, by the way,... so Mom did not steal me from her.
We never did find out the girl's name, and Mom liked the name Aussie too. We have since found out that it is a very common name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon though,... some might say even unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd. Here is an interesting factoid about me, I was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd, but... as you might know, I AM NOT! Although I am now three years old, so I am the baby, though I tip the scales at around seventy pounds, HA! I must admit, a very big one!
I was three months old when Mommy and Daddy adopted me. I had been taken out of a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter. Below is my new PIC that had been taken on the birthday that I share with my Dad, but Dad is much, much older than me!!! I was the first to be adopted, February 16, 2018, his brother's birthday.

3 months................................................ 3 years

No tail/tale publishing, circa 2018. (Although, the actual date this blog started was June 25, 2008.) 

Get it? I was born without a tail, preferable for all Australian Shepherds; only one out of five are born that way!

                                           

Hello, I am Bella in the picture above, a Maltese Yorkie, a Morkie, and I might be five years old. I am the middle child, so I am what you would expect, with all those idiosyncrasies that go along with all that! Being the only girl has its rewards, as well as difficulties... We are all rescues, so no one knows for sure our ages. I was turned in by my previous family, stating that I was misbehaving with their elderly dog, they had said I was driving him crazy! I was the second to be adopted on 8/18/18, on clear out the shelters' day!Oh, by the way, my record's called me Belle, and so for no known reason, Mom decided I was more of a Bella; beautiful either way!

Please don't forget me, I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am six years old, so they think, and the eldest, and I like getting up early with Mom and Aussie. Bella sleeps in with Dad, till after seven most days, even later! I enjoy a good tug-of-war on the ropes that Dad had twisted for Aussie and me, and sometimes even Bella plays too! I was the last to be adopted, on January 23, 2020. 

I was wandering the neighborhood for days and then saw Aussie and Bella in their living room window, so I hung out there... The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening? 

The animal control lady was called and came out to see if I had a chip I.D. with her machine, and Dad told her that he wanted to name me Chance. His reason being, that if no one claimed me, I want to give him a second chance! So that is how I got the name Chance!

Easy as Aussie, Bella, Chance, now you got it!