Happy Mother's Day to all!

 

The history of Mother's Day below... on the hotkey

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mother%27s_Day

My Mom and I on the day of my wedding in the pic below! It's the best picture I could find of her and me.

I put my Mom through my rough teen years and even during my childhood. When I finally began to appreciate her as a Mom was when I was a Mom myself, then she passed away...! Although, we still would have the occasional argument, butting heads as that all too picturesque saying with its vibrant imagery. That portrayed stubbornness.

She and I did know that we loved one another though despite all else at times. Remember kids if you are lucky enough to still have your parents tell them how much you truly love them whenever you see them!

I hope all the moms out there have the safest day ever while enjoying the family!

Moving on...

Yesterday, the veterinarian, made us feel like bad pet parents with Aussie.

In fact, he had lost some weight since he had his shots and yearly check-up in February.

He blamed his weight gain on feeding him the recommended amount on the Purina packaging and also that he had been neutered.

Well, to that I say Aussie was the fourth male dog we had neutered and none of them were overweight, and we used to use those gravity-fed feeders when they could eat any time of the day! Aussie is fed twice a day separately, 8 A.M. and 4 P.M. like the littles, Bella and Chance.

Aussie is fed with the smaller bowl on top we switch his clean bowl and wash the other and the littles who share the larger bottom bowl do the same, daily!

Aussie cannot reach their bowl this way.

That table is the smallest of my nesting living room tables.

They share communal water: 

RE, yesterday's blog:https://tobi-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2021/05/aussie-hurt-his-leg-and-he-was-limping.html?spref=bl

PS Aussie is doing much better today!

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!