Every day has its surprises...

 

...sometimes good and sometimes bad, but most of us never know what the day might bring, make that everyone!

Life can be tremendous with happiness and joy and then go downhill with sadness and grief.

That is why that old idiom, yesterday is history, tomorrow's a mystery that is why today is a gift, applies daily to all our lives.

As I get older, I realize, like my dear old Dad, who passed away May 11, 1986, did too, that every morning that we wake up is a lovely day waiting to happen! So life is what you make of it!

But stuff does happen that is not so joyous, and that is when our character matters in how we handle it.

Life happens, as the saying goes.

Not all days are keepers.

Although memorable.

Grace is how we all would like to handle those nasty days, but our emotions have a tendency to get in our own ways!

If I could have do-overs for all the mistakes that I have made... boy would I know better now!

Remember what Mom always said take some deep breaths and think before you speak!

It is such a small thing, but Geez, it's so easy to comply.

My Mom has been gone for a very long time, since February 15, 1982, but sometimes I can still hear her in my ear telling me to step back and think before I talk try counting to three.

Decisions of all types most times need an objective eye.

Voila, I think at this ripe old age I am perhaps learning?

Only time will tell. Anyway, that was sage advice from both my parents.

Moving on...

Hubby completed the patio yesterday... from shabby to chic...before and after pics below

The pool decking is being done as I write this...

Just in... DONE!!!

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 clear out 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!