Latest Gubernator shenanigans', and another visit to the hospital!

 

If 1200 tons of fish died in your lake or nearby in the ocean by your home, what would you do?

Well, apparently our Gubernator does not believe that it is an eco issue.

No need to call or ask for help, smelly fish are definitely a plus for the tourist trade!

He believes asking for help will diminish that lucrative income for our state, what???

Isn't that backward???

It appears to be just another one of those "misinformation" thingies!!!

That he has proven to get all WRONG!!!

When you have RED TIDE WITH THAT ENORMOUS OF A FISH KILL FROM IT, it's bound to let the cat/fish out of the bag and the media, normal people who read know what is happening here!!!

Geez and those precious tourists will see and smell the problem, don't you think since it is in one of our major tourist stops, Tampa Bay??? Ya, think???

https://www.yahoo.com/news/desantis-refuses-state-emergency-tampa-183332942.html

Moving on...

Last night I went to the hospital again, yup, it's been about seven months since my last visit.

This time it was a problem brewing for a couple of weeks and it is probably my fault I let it get this far. I had had a swollen throat on one side, my right, not the gland the eustachian tube became blocked causing fluid to go up into my right ear, which gave me pain in my right ear, causing an ear infection. I am currently on Augmentin 875 mg. 2X a day for ten days with Tylenol, then I see the ENT next week anyway. The P.A. at the hospital wanted to give me steroids as well, but I had to tell him they are a no-no due to CKD, chronic kidney disease.  

Moving on lastly, finally something real pretty I think!

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!