Wednesday, September 28, 2022

Speaking My Mind: Winds @ 155 nearly a Cat 5, 157 is a CAT 5, surge ...

Speaking My Mind: Winds @ 155 nearly a Cat 5, 157 is a CAT 5, surge ...:   When Hubby finally fixed the car it was too busy, traffic-wise and tornado-wise to leave! I had packed and was ready to go, even called EO...

Ian's winds @ 155 nearly a Cat 5, 157 is a CAT 5, surge to be this evening at 12-16 feet!

 



When Hubby finally fixed the car it was too busy, traffic-wise and tornado-wise to leave!

I had packed and was ready to go, even called EOC and they had no idea where we could go!

Our shutters are up and our resolve is too...! It will be coming up Charlotte Harbor like Charley did in 2004, but with the strength of Andrew and the width of Irma! 

EVERYBODY PRAY FOR FLORIDA PLEASE!!!


MY MUSES are below!



Lastly, moving on to who they are, our crew...

...3 months and 4 years old


Aussie, say good day!

I am Aussie, not being from Australia, but American-made. 
I will comply for its fun, 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 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.
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. I might be six years old.We are all rescues, so no one knows our ages for sure. I am the middle child, so I am what you would expect, with all those idiosyncrasies that go along with that! Being the only girl has its rewards, as well as its difficulties. 
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!

Tuesday, September 27, 2022

Speaking My Mind: We are now in a hurricane warning, no longer a watch!

Speaking My Mind: We are now in a hurricane warning, no longer a watch!:   We have received two phone calls to evacuate! Hubby is in disbelief since last time it was for naught... no surge occurred! And we did eva...

We are now in a hurricane warning, no longer a watch!

 


We have received two phone calls to evacuate!

Hubby is in disbelief since last time it was for naught... no surge occurred! And we did evacuate 200 miles away!

But this time they are adamant about the surge hitting us!

He is concerned for our car since our driver-side window got stuck in the down position, and fears soaking rain coming if or when we do decide to evacuate!

TTYL! Hopefully!

MY MUSES are below!



Lastly, moving on to who they are, our crew...

...3 months and 4 years old


Aussie, say good day!

I am Aussie, not being from Australia, but American-made. 
I will comply for its fun, 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 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.
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. I might be six years old.We are all rescues, so no one knows our ages for sure. I am the middle child, so I am what you would expect, with all those idiosyncrasies that go along with that! Being the only girl has its rewards, as well as its difficulties. 
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!

Speaking My Mind: Winds @ 155 nearly a Cat 5, 157 is a CAT 5, surge ...

Speaking My Mind: Winds @ 155 nearly a Cat 5, 157 is a CAT 5, surge ... :   When Hubby finally fixed the car it was too busy, traffic-wise a...