Sad, and thankful...

 

https://www.yahoo.com/news/ron-desantis-issues-order-making-134143079.html

...My reason being I live in a county in Florida, Charlotte, that has no guts (no glory, quote from Indiana Jones movies) to stand up to the Gubernator and has decided to condescend to his decree of not allowing children to wear masks while attending school... unless their parents say so!

And so even if the count is fifty/fifty about masking-up... their in-person classes are in jeopardy of being super-spreaders of all the new variants of COVID-19!!! That even fully vaccinated children in the 12-17 age group can still get...! And what about the younger ones? The 5-11 year-olds that vaccines won't be here until September? School in Florida starts in August in most counties, of which there are 67!!! The vaccine will be most likely the two-dose variety given a couple of weeks apart and then a couple of weeks for effectiveness???

I want to know, do the parents have options??? Meaning, online classes???

The thankful part is that we do not have any school-aged children in any of the schools' county systems!

But my heart goes out to all parents who feel they are dealing with quite a nasty dilemma!!!

I do know that those who are concerned about the variants and COVID-19, in general, will be sending those children to school with masks...Although, many could be teased or bullied (younger and some older children also have been known to not wear the masks!!!)

Moving on...

Yesterday, I went in the pool for the first time since I have been on antibiotics due to first the ear infection and then the salivary gland stones. Maybe, it wasn't the first time, I have a bad memory of some things these days... anyway, it was delightful at 84 degrees Fahrenheit!

Albeit, I will be sticking to my every other day option, due to me just getting back into the pool exercises, which is considered prudent.

Lastly, and hopefully, this is not too shabby or chic morning sunrise... you decide.

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!