You might remember this...

Our cement frog project! Hubby found the plastic mold in our garage that apparently belonged to a store-bought frog fountain years ago, long gone. And so he had this bright idea to make a frog out of cement. All you have to do is spray the inside with PAM or any other vegetable spray oil so it won't stick, and pour the cement! As you can see it did work! So he primed it for me with white spray paint, and then I took over!

Two coats of green acrylic paint from my three greens combined are shown below the frog that is evident now.

At first, I did speckle her.

But I did not like her so I painted over the speckles, well, at least most...

But then I realized I did like the speckles and so I put them back, and perhaps then some more!

I decided to do whimsy, which is in my wheelhouse since realistic is not for me... thus the red lips, and even though you cannot see them Frogshetah has eyelashes too!

Of course, I named her, don't you do that with all your critters???  Hubby sprayed her just now with two coats of the Krylon clear coat. As I write this she is being placed on the stump she will be adorning!!!

 AND HERE SHE IS, IN ALL HER GLORY, AND Hubby POSITIONED IN HER NEW LIFE!!!

Ta-Da!

Moving on...

This morning, I have another doctor's appointment with the orthopedic shoulder surgeon. I think he will be giving me two cortisone shots, one in each shoulder. I had mistakenly told him that I could not have them when I saw him in June. I was wrong, it is steroid pills and IV steroids that I can no longer have, my neuro straightened that out correcting me. The problem is by mouth ingested, that they caused bleeding ulcers in me, and by IV, which I had ten times, that they affected my kidneys and glucose.

 Lastly...this morning's sunrise...!

Red sky in the morning... sailors take warning!

Still pretty anyway!

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 my 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. And 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, which 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, on his brother's birthday.

3 months................................................ 3 years

No tail/tale publishing, circa 2018.

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!