Disappointment and extreme sadness over the lack of...

 

...Ability to make progress due to the rubble in Surfside Florida at the Champlain Towers Condominium that collapsed three days ago!

But logically we know they cannot speed along haphazardly due to the way the building came down in a pancake fashion... almost reminds many of us of the Twin Towers on 9/11! 

Looking for survivors is tedious but must be done in an extremely careful way not to cause more debris to come down on searchers and dogs or possible survivors.

Still no definitive answers on what caused the building to fall. 

Federal, state, and of course local, as well as statewide emergency people, are helping and relieving local agencies.

The latest info is available at ten-thirty.

If it comes in before I am done writing I will add it to this blog.https://www.cnn.com/us/live-news/miami-florida-building-collapse-06-26-21-intl/index.html

Moving on...

So I went to the shoulder doctor yesterday morning and he wanted to give me a cortisone shot in both shoulders, after reading the info I was asked to fill out about medications that I was allergic to or sensitive to... and steroids were one of many that affected me badly! Did he read it???

Why bother filling anything out?

Really?

So he left me without a follow-up or any relief except his narrow-mindedness like so many doctors today who do not keep up with the latest info... arthroscopy is done these days on shoulders just like knees!

So pain be damn!

More gabapentin, and ice, heat does not help me only hurts me with MS!!!! I had to tell him that too!

So unless I tear my rotator cuff I am out of luck with medical intervention!

Moving on once more...

A sunrise for your eyes...

PS I am killing time to go into the pool, it was a rain-cooled 78 degrees Fahrenheit, recommend temperature is 85 degrees Fahrenheit! We had put the sailcloth up, and then we had to take it down so the sun could do its thing and warm it up!

So Hubby mowed the lawn while I did this.

 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-a-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!