The word "Title" looms large at me!

 

What does it actually mean for something to "loom large" at you?

I guess I used that idiom incorrectly for it actually means to occupy a lot of my thoughts and worries, frightening or unease.

Okay, maybe a little, but usually I find it enjoyable and a "happy place" to discuss my thoughts somewhat aloud...or at least "out there".

That is to be in the mix of contemplations for all to see!

Joy, or perhaps "elation", WHOA now I suppose that is a bit extreme! That word is usually used when discussing one's children or mate in the form of "LOVE"! 

One might agree that speaking out of turn whenever one wants to is so freeing!

But can people "love abstract ideas"? That is until they come to some type of formation?

Or is all I said above just a bunch of gobblygook of poppycock?

The spoken, as well as the written words, express so much...

The shorthand way of communicating, unfortunately, seems to have taken over.

Let's not allow that to happen!

Speak with your eloquent words!!!

And that means on this techno-wizardry too!

Remember to spell-check when not sure! Use your Thesaurus! Avoid redundancy at all costs... yes, I am working on that!

Thoughts when written under "titles" are most lovely when they are yours.

And again I cannot and will not hesitate on the importance of the mind of thought when conveyed in this way is so beneficial to the inward balance of musing. 

So, I would have to say what I was trying to say is that the word "title" in this blogging setup, although it looms large as if demanding that I should choose a "title", is up to me, and only me to decide. Okay, yes, it can be a bit overwhelming, but you know in that good way as if choosing your favorite flavor of ice cream!

Yep, like that.

That is all for today.

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 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, 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! 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 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 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 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!