So much has happened...

 

We have a neighbor that has not been neighborly at all!!!

Well, they have a golf cart and we do not live in a gated community nor even a golf community. and so they are not street legal here.

Hubby was going to the grocery yesterday when this woman on her golf cart cut him off in our van!

So he yelled at her and said that she should not be driving that here, the retired deputy came out knowing the laws and telling her the laws that she apparently did not know! 

This woman started yelling profanities at him!!!

 When he arrived home her teenage sons were waiting for him, he drove into our garage, next the teens were banging violently on our front door!

They had ridden over on their bicycles, and when Hubby opened the door, he yelled that the police were coming! 

At that point, it was just a ruse, but then they just glared at him and did not leave the end of our driveway, and one of them even opened our mailbox, which is a federal offense!!!

So Hubby did call the non-emergency number for our local deputy's office.

Shortly after the two patrol cars pulled up with three deputies in them, one was a trainee.

Another said hello to Hubby calling him by name, saying his "grandfather" was a deputy with Hubby, so he knew him! 

Yep, Hubby's been retired fifteen years already!

Any-who, they were filled in by Hubby with what had transpired.

And the deputy who knew Hubby said to call him if we ever have any more problems at any time!!!

Then they, the deputies, all went over to speak to the woman, and Hubby watched from afar noticing she had her arms up in the air flailing as she spoke, as she denied apparently everything... presumed, since from nearly a half a block away!

So far, nothing more has happened...! Hopefully that will be the last of it.

The end...

Moving on...

Relaxing Sunday... watching the news, Willy Geist, Sunday Today and Chuck Todd Meet The Press and Margaret Brennan Face The Nation...good shows! To stay informed!

Then the fun ensues with YouTube and Netflix programming!

Helps to dissolve concerns over the previous news programs!

I still cannot get out into the sunshine or wind due to being on that doxycycline for the rosacea for an entire month!

It's just as well my hands and elbow are still swollen and resting them indoors prevents me from trying to pot up those ferns that I want to do... Hubby would still have to remove them from the front garden though, where they thrive and spread out all over the place!!!

So nothing is immediately necessary.

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? Mom apparently asked her age but not her name...ha! 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................................................ 4 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 six 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 seven 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 I saw Aussie and Bella in their living-room window, so I hung out there... 

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! The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening?  

Easy as Aussie, Bella, Chance, now you got it!