False hope.

 

Hello, everyone!

I hate saying this, but I am a bit of a Debby Downer.

Why one might ask.

One word for all of America... VACCINES!

Not the usual ones for school or flu season, but now the ones we all want to have to maybe save our lives, flu shots do that too...COVID VACCINES!

Albeit, you all knew right away what I was intimating... it's on all of our minds 24/7; of course, it is!

Maybe you were "lucky" enough to get one or even two?

Some whenever they receive it, for them it is total jubilation, and many have said it's like winning the lottery!

On some of the sites to enter this competition of life or death state it is a matter of speed to receive what we all need; it's a first-come, first-serve basis!

Here in Florida, our governor has been accused of giving the vaccines to the wealthiest zip codes first. And as much as he denies it, it is definitely true.

I ask all of you when did life become a game?

Personally, I have always chosen life, even at my most miserable, physical health or emotion wise.

I am slightly annoyed when the news media says things as if it's a competition or the lottery metaphor bugs me the most!

Why oh why should any human being be put through any of this? It is as if the powers that be are in the stands watching, us, the peons, at war with one another, struggling to survive!

Of course, all our leadership has received their share of the "winnings"; code for the vaccine.

Meeting the criteria, of age and essential workers, perhaps even chronic ailments.

Not really upset with that.

Although, if I were in charge all vaccines would have been available from all medical centers, doctors' offices, and pharmacies from the beginning. Only the Pfizer vaccine would have been a problem, but then I would have had the Johnson and Johnson one approved earlier or at least had it move it to the fast track, and Moderna was not that big an issue for storage.

And of course, that would have included the groceries with pharmacies, sure the more the merrier!

WAIT! I am falling into their trap of making this some joyous game... well, it's NOT!!!

This is one heck of a frustrating problem for the multitudes!

No fun for most, that barely are interviewed!

I swear if I hear one more "LUCKY" person who has acquired the shot say it's like winning the lottery I will stick out my adult tongue and maybe even puke! Or not.

Our personal status is we contacted the state health department weeks ago for the vaccine, and so far all we get are weekly texts telling us it will be here soon and we will be scheduled! While all around us appear to be getting it, I want it too! So does Hubby! 

And so we must go for now...

Please be smart, as well as safe.

Have a very pleasant night.

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 a second thought, 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 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 tipping the scales around seventy pounds, HA! 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. 

Get it? I was born without a tail, preferable for Australian shepherds, only one out of five are born that way!

                                           

Hello, I am Bella, a Maltese Yorkie, a Morkie, and I might be five years old. 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 from my previous family, stating, that I was misbehaving with their elderly dog, they had said that I was driving him crazy! I was the second to be adopted on 8/18/18, on clear 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!

And please don't forget me, I am Chance 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! I enjoy a good tug-of-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? 

Now my name of Chance is because I was given another chance, could be only the second one or perhaps more... The animal control lady came out to see if I had a chip 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!