Many things have been discussed on these pages, from personal daily happenings to crafts, to DIY projects, to major news stories, with a smattering of medical issues in between!
I have had many hard decisions on how open this blog will be about my personal info and my own political beliefs.
In my mind, I am "the Queen of TMI" when it comes to personal matters.
But to my benefit, I try hard not to involve others close to me in that extreme info exposure!
Because as we all know, words are more like, "Negative words are like sticks and stones, and they will forever hurt you!" Not at all the old children's taunt, "words are not like sticks and stones and will never hurt you!" As we all know, they most definitely can and that is what the mean words usually do, hurt us to the quick!
So balance even with Teflon Don, oh who am I kidding, and that is why he is called that... no punches pulled there or with his clone Gubernator DeathSatan!
But I digress, moving on... Personally, I have learned, that when it comes to family and friends I no longer discuss negatively on this medium! Even if my misery is telling me to do otherwise.
This is my makeshift diary, isn't it?
Self-control is a very important adult way to handle life...
See, even I argue with myself!
Feelings are why we must have self-control in this world, for it appears to become more violent daily!
...From road rage to arguments in lines for all different types of venues. Life has proven to be more difficult than ever before, with human-on-human interaction that can turn on a dime from pleasant to not!
In other words, self-control for ourselves appears to be the only way to come home unscathed from our daily intermingling with earth's human creatures.
And the truly-sad part is in all this, one never knows what might set someone off on a verbal or physical tirade?
Does one?
So let's all do our parts and not look for trouble!
MY MUSES are below!
...3 months and 4 years old
I am called Aussie because my mom asked a sixteen-year-old girl who had been looking at me in the crate I was in at the adoption site that day what she thought I should be named. Mom asked her age, but not her name...ha! And without hesitation, the teenager had said Aussie! By the way, she was just looking, so my mom did not steal me from her.
We never did find out the girl's name, and mom liked the name Aussie too. Since then, we have discovered that it is a ubiquitous name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon, even say unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd, a red Merl. And here is an interesting factoid about me was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd, but as you might know, I AM NOT! Although I am now four years old, I am the baby, though I am the largest of the fur babies, and due to my breed and being standard, I am a bit too big, ha!
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.
Above is my PIC, taken on the birthday I share with my dad, but dad is much older than me!!! I was the first to be adopted, on February 16, 2018, on dad's brother's birthday.
I was turned in by my previous family, stating that I was misbehaving with their elderly dog it had been said that 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!
Hey, wait! Please don't forget me! I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am seven years old, so they think, and the eldest, and I like getting up early with mom and Aussie. Bella sleeps late with Dad, till after seven most days, even later sometimes!
I enjoy a good tug-a-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 had been wandering the neighborhood for days, and then I saw Aussie and Bella in their living-room window, so I hung out there...
The animal control lady had been called and 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 is that if no one claimed me, "I want to give him a second chance!" So that is how I got the name Chance!
The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening.
Easy as Aussie, Bella, and Chance, now you got it! In order of adoption!
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