Dilemmas. Some resolved, some in flux.

 

The mangos are too ripe, and so they are going fast to becoming fodder for the wildlife, that count was six of those luscious pieces of fruit. As I wrote that sentence, four more fell from the tree, and so Hubby brought those in!

I wish that there was an organization that would harvest them from the tree and takes them to distribute to the food compromised, or is that in need?

Any-who, we have had another bumper crop this year that all started with just a pit!

Moving on...

Having a small bedroom in this home, only 10'X12', was at first difficult to get used to, especially when you have had a king bed for 33 years of your fifty years of marriage, true that our first was a queen, and now again we have one! Actually, since last March, when we had to get rid of all our soft surfaces, due to the mold in our home.

Smartly and logically, it has given us more room in our room, even enough to fit a chair!!!

Moving on once again...

https://www.facebook.com/coronavirus_info?page_source=covid_vaccine_faxit&hoisted_module_type=covid_vaccine_development

Thank you, Facebook for putting this information out there!!!

But my question is, is this an automated system that picks up on any COVID-19 vaccination mention and does not read content, since it is a mechanical device and therefore insulting the contributor of legit info???

They have been slapping it on my blogs' access on my site/page regularly, and I am a bit confused on why? It makes it sound that I do not have legitimate access to current information, which I do not like that negativity!

Wondering... does anyone know?

That is another thing, it asks me to display what I am already doing above!

Moving on... lastly! 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-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!