Package missing... controversy they say that it has been delivered!

 

That is in emails they say that, but on the phone, they say that it is still in transit!

FedEx and Walmart are confusing, although Angela in El Salvador for FedEx says it is in Georgia! Michelle with Walmart is sending me another one! The items, under-bed containers, were delivered successfully Saturday. Now Walmart is sending both. I only said that the second package that was via email supposed to arrive yesterday had not, and when FedEx was asked they said initially they had no idea where it was, so I called back and Angela tracked it down in Georgia. The only reason I called after Walmart was sending another one was that we received an email saying it had been delivered which it had NOT! 

Following that?

We have had issues with misdirected or not received packages from FedEx before, twice before this one! Hubby even had to track them down at neighbor's homes!

Not happy again!

Moving on...

This morning I have a yearly doctor's appointment with my dermatologist.

Wonder what they are going to say about my glue gun burn?

It seems to finally begin to heal.

I thought I might need a skin graft as I did with my thumb mandolin accident several years ago!

That particular accident changed my fingerprints forever!

When I went to a place for a volunteer position they took your fingerprints to see if you had anything bad. My fingerprints had been taken a few times over the years due to having a liquor license when we had our restaurant way back in the 1980s and again in the 1990s when we went for our real estate licenses, so both Hubby and mine are on file, and he again had his taken when he was a deputy too!

Any-who, mine was not showing up and none of what they took were any good! Not from lack of trying they tried three times then and finally gave up!

I had more than one finger injury I had forgotten the dumb ones with touching a hot pan! That injured several!  

Hubby just stuck his head in and said we were leaving soon!

TTYL?

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 had been 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!