What we all know, so far, is that a fifth body was found yesterday, at the collapsed Champlain Towers in Surfside Florida, but as of this writing unidentified.
The four original people's bodies have been identified.
Unfortunately, I do not have that information, but it must be attainable.
The pictures are horrific with what emergency crews have to contend with to try to find any survivors, but at this point...sadly they have lost hope, although many families have not!
I would be the same if I knew my loved one was in that massive crumpled building...!
Sadness is an understatement for all there.
I had been amiss in mentioning the international help from Israel and Mexico also there doing their part to try to find survivors as well as all US agencies involved in this specialty.
From earthquakes to explosions to whatever we have here these people have experienced it all and are unbelievably capable of finding people alive, well after others, were of the thought nothing positive will happen!
Well, they certainly have their job cut out for them with still 156 unaccounted for!
Let us all hope and pray with them!
Moving on...
Mr.so-called X-president is on the road again stumping for his chosen few, and putting down those who have him pegged for whom he really is!
Frightening, to see that, i.e. visually him out there, but we all know it is him for himself in reality, for that is always for who he is for... Mr. T, the so-called X-president, Orange Frothy-Haired Guy!
Moving on once again...nature on our side! Nailed it!
Our beautiful sunrise!
And so we must go, for now ...
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.
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-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 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?
The animal control lady was 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 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!
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