Our carbon monoxide detector was beeping....

 

... intermittently... and without knowing why I panicked... and me with asthma so I took my plug for my phone and the three fur babies out onto the patio while Hubby solved the mystery!

Our home is all-electric, and even though our car was in the garage it was not running! 

Hubby stayed inside causing my anxiety to gain too much strength!!!

He read the inside of the detector that stated it was bought in 2012. At this point, he had brought it outside with new batteries and it was still going off, and the detectors last only seven years it was written inside of it...hmm... and so this one was beeping due to it being way past its prime/life! Its systematic blaring was to notify us of that!

THANK GOODNESS!

Although in its entire lifetime it never went off before. We started calling around and Googling from where we could acquire a new one. And of course comparison shopping. Hubby found our same one still being sold at Home Depot, so that is where he will go.

Moving on...

The fence project Hubby has well and beautifully been completed pictures below. Before are the first pictures... and below them are the after pictures! Those before pics were after Hubby pressure washed the fence, it removed much of the old paint with the mold, he did use Kilz 2 for spray painting which not only paints but protects from mold growing again. Important in Florida with our high humidity!

After below...

That last one shows the shadow of Hubby as he documented his project.

Moving on again...

The rodent problem caught four in total, so far and they were released to an undisclosed location... after about a week and a half without catching any more, we had thought the problem was solved... but we were wrong!

The foam that you use around dryer pipes and small holes in the exterior to prevent rodents from entering your home has been compromised, and we now have one living in our laundry room that was also our pantry for some dry goods like toilet paper, facial tissues, and napkins, that were ripped out of the package, heaven help me probably for nesting material!!! All dispersed to the bathrooms and in-kitchen pantry... also what we considered an impermeable container sealed with dog food for easier access for me than going into our garage with a step-down... well its corner had been eaten through also! The rodent-proof one has now been moved into our kitchen/dinette area, as shown below, and the dog food eating station and water all have been relocated, also below! They were where the dog food container is now.

The resolve that we do really hope for is now the live traps, of two, with one in the laundry room and one larger in the garage now have peanut butter in them spread over the dog treats and dog food used for bait! If that doesn't work, next will be tuna, cheaper than cat food but can get just as smelly! It was recommended online.

The brown thing to the right is an odd-looking chew toy! 

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!