Have you seen the debates around our nation?

 

No? Neither have I. I will tell you why,...by the time they occurred, my mail-in ballot was literally in the mail! So why would I? What would be the point?

Besides, I am the type of gal who tends to vote along party lines, whichever one I chose, in any election year.

And anything anyone of them said would have to be vetted as truth or dare, is what I call it, a challenge of the truth, ya know?

Those sites are plentiful to check, but if you believe in your candidate, you might have been following any missteps along the way, and already know.

Again, what's the point, for me or Hubby to watch, so we did not.

Moving on...way on...!

Remember this below picture?

I had neglected to examine the back closely enough,... the back was full of mold as well!

And so, I sprayed it too with my combo of bleach and water, but this time it did not work and caused an odd reaction from me!

Although, maybe not so odd, since I am highly allergic to mold!

Vomiting and diarrhea ensued...! (Sorry, too graphic?)

So I asked Hubby to take it outside and use his new mold mildew remover, which was bought online from Amazon. It had worked well on the wall in the garage. (Consequently, shortly after it was removed my retched reaction subsided.)

The backing of the print had been yellow with a darker color smeared alongside of it and had an awful odor. Sorry, I forgot to take a picture of that! And yes, it was a mold smell, not another smell that is invoked from a yellow tinge...ha! Here is the end result of the spray, on cardstock no less!

The picture is now hung in our guest room!  It no longer stinks!

                                                

Guest bedroom I call the garden room!

MY MUSES are below!

Lastly, moving on to who they are, our crew...

...3 months and 4 years old

Aussie, say good day!

I am Aussie, not from Australia, but American-made. 

I will comply for its fun, 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 I was in at the adoption site that day what she thought I should be named. Mom asked her age, but not her name...ha! And without hesitation, the teenager had said Aussie! By the way, she was just looking, 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. Since then, we have discovered that it is a ubiquitous name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon, even say unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd, a red Merl. And here is an interesting factoid about me was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd, but as you might know, I AM NOT! Although I am now four years old, I am the baby, though I am the largest of the fur babies, and due to my breed and being standard, I am a bit too big, ha! 
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. 
Above is my PIC, taken on the birthday I share with my dad, but dad is much older than me!!! I was the first to be adopted, on February 16, 2018, on dad's brother's birthday.

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. I might be six years old.We are all rescues, so no one knows our ages for sure. I am the middle child, so I am what you would expect, with all those idiosyncrasies that go along with that! Being the only girl has its rewards, as well as its difficulties. 
I was turned in by my previous family, stating that I was misbehaving with their elderly dog it had been said that I was driving him crazy! I was the second to be adopted on 8/18/18 on clear out the shelters day!
My record called me Belle, so for no known reason, mom decided I was more of a Bella; beautiful either way!

Hey, wait! 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 late with Dad, till after seven most days, even later sometimes! 

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 had been 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 is 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, and Chance, now you got it! In order of adoption!