Hubby finished his latest project!

 

While my project got messy and I lost my steam yesterday... and so to be continued today or perhaps tomorrow?

I have pictures anyway of both, Hubby's being more special.

As many know who read this regularly, especially the bottom half of this blog, which tells you about our three rescue pups... well our youngest but largest member of our crew has been declared overweight by his physician/veterinarian! And with three figuring out how to separate their food has been challenging to say the least. We had been using our smallest of our livingroom nestle tables for Aussie our Australian Shepherd to eat off of with the Littles, Bella the Morkie, and Chance the Bichon Frise sharing a bowl beneath. But due to wiggle room, Aussie would eat theirs too at times! And so even though we had lessened his quantity of the food as per doctor, he was sneak eating!  So Hubby used our leftover beadboard and a couple of 2"X4"s as a brace and a small piece of leftover plywood, and constructed the whole feeding station for free! Paint and caulking was also here, so no expense what-so-ever!

Any-who, my small project in comparison... was put on hold since we had a little bit of an issue with the recliner loveseat delivery!

Pictures below show what I was trying to accomplish!

I did get all the touch up painting completed, but the medicine cabinet is still a work in progress!

As I was saying the recliner loveseat did not fit through the front door and was over two hundred and fifty pounds with all its packing!

The truck drivers were nice enough to put it on Hubby's super duper dolly to help transport it to the back patio where Hubby deconstructed the packing and piece by piece took the smaller ones in and slid the larger base in after, and Voila it has been put back together and in its place! It too is a microfiber material that wore well this last year with all our pups jumping on and off the recliners.

The old manual ones still in there as well as one of the sunroom chairs!

Actually two of them, one at the dinette table, the cane one, as you can see.

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!