Commentary is important, but of course, accuracy is too.

 

A correction to yesterday's commentary... of course, any law enforcement that commits a crime and ends up in prison would not be put in with the general population.

Moving on...

Hubby just dropped off, at an undisclosed location, what we are hoping was the last rodent in our garage, the smart one! He/she evaded every live trap that is until the last one that arrived yesterday!!! Number four was the charm!!! Gotcha!!! His/her mug shot is below.

Hubby did his gangster's voice and called him/her a "dirty rat" I got it!!!

It only cost us a little over one hundred dollars in traps, since we did not want to pay a professional, because most want you to sign a contract. So we probably saved something? 

Any-who, all we can hope for is the rodent population is gone for now!

I tell you, it's either living on the water or having a woodpile that attracts these rodents, and over the years we have had both. We sadly did stop feeding the birds since that too is a reason for them to come into your yard... not to mention fruit rats! We have fruit trees.

Since we are not moving in the next few years or ever again, I do know they will be back! Now we have an array of traps for all creatures big or small! I forgot to tell you that foam spray for holes... this one tore through it so Hubby had to put hardware cloth there also where he/she came in.

All traps are live catchers, since poison kills more than the intended, and snap traps are horrible!

And so, "they will be back", in my best Arnold Schwarzenegger voice!

Oh well...

Moving on once again...

This morning, I am going to the hospital for that scary MRI, scary, because it will temporarily shut off my baclofen pump, and if it doesn't go back on there could be serious problems,... but I will be going to my neurologist's office right after to have them check that it is working properly!

Wish me luck!

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 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 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 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 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 from 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 out 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!

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-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, it could be only the second one or perhaps more... The animal control lady 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!