As years march on...

 

So must we...march on, and forever, I hope we continue to continue!

Well, as long as we can that is.

Have I ever told you why I am the way I am, especially in this particular age decade?

Worried, concerned, and a bit frightened are adjectives that may express my feelings about this decade.

And here is why, now most will think that I am ridiculous but in the way back part of my conscience mind it makes sense, "a gut feeling", is another way to say it. 

Okay, here's the reason why this particular decade is scary for me...!

In order of deaths, my mom died exactly a week before her seventy-first birthday, my dad died at seventy-nine on mother's day that year, my brother died at age seventy-four before his birthday!

Some do not realize my age currently is seventy and I will be seventy-one if I am lucky, in 28 more days! In fact, my thirteenth anniversary of this blog is the week before too, on the 25th!

That alone for someone like me who is a bit superstitious is unsettling.

I just came through, like everyone else, a horrid fifteen-month period.

Although unlike many, I did have four surgeries during a PANDEMIC!

And this is why I do believe many might think my concerns are stupidly silly!

Since I did survive.

So why worry.

Why not worry.

I have been taking aspirin since 2006 as per a neurologist who said that I had had a TIA,  mini-stroke way back then. I have had many brain MRIs since then, and only MS lesions show, no ischemia, which would be symptoms of a stroke... Oh? Yes, I did forget to mention MOM, DAD, and BRO all died of STROKES!

Okay, so the fact that I show no signs or indications of stroke components, I will be good with that. YAY!

Moving on...pool update!

As you can see the wrinkles are coming out! And before the day is over all filter systems will be adapted, and renewed too. And then the pool will be on its way to being refilled! That reminds me to notify the county utilities, done! I just spoke with Vanessa there and she is sending me a form to take care of this. UPDATE!!! WATER GOING IN!

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!