Enough said... graphically, verbally the explanation would be too horrid to even mention here, but I have faith in all your abilities to think about what I said and to figure the unsaid part out.
Hubby thinks I might have eaten some green parts on the Swiss cheese and had gotten food poisoning. I thought I had cut them off, what? Yes, cheese does get moldy at times, but I can remember my Dad cutting off the mold and he was fine.
My northern friend when I said it was too disgusting to mention, she egged me on to explain and so I did, and to her calm self, she had agreed but felt that the day could only get better from here, and so far...it's still early!
Who knows what any day might bring to any one of us, true?
Moving on...
Projects are on hold due to my dizziness and Hubby's back... but eventually, I hope to whitewash several pieces of furniture in our home to bring them into the 21st Century!
And whitewashing is a bit different from spraying white paint on the furniture, as Hubby had done to our living room wall unit and our bedroom furniture. Whitewashing is usually done by adding water to white paint and then hand-painting by brushing it on the furniture.
It is not so perfect coverage-wise, purposely so.
So a lot easier to do.
And so, we must go, for now ...
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.
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!
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