I wouldn't know, since our sons and their spouses chose not to have any. So I have no idea if that rings true in all cases, i.e. if grandchildren are blessings...I am pretty sure that is true!
Instead of grandkids thus the overly abundant adoption of fur children below, but three is our limit at any one time these days.
This is our second time with thrice fur babies, albeit the last time was mostly when we had our two-legged non-fur sons still at home too! I almost forgot...With two cats as well as three dogs and one cockatiel too! So five fur babies and one feathered friend! I stand corrected by myself!
Meaning there were four of us to take care of the six, now only two to take care of three, and somehow we do manage nearly thirty years later!
Any-who, menageries are common in life, not just in literature.
In place of becoming-animal hoarders, we have become adoptive parents. (Sounds friendlier. Actually, three is nowhere near what hoarding is, and hoarders have a hard time keeping everything neat, clean and straight, and shots, etc.) Except for the random toys lining our floors; all else is in order!
And these days three is not too many whether in two-legged kids or the four-legged kind!
Everyone needs a loving home.
True? TRUE!!!
This is why you do not hear nor see me gushing about my beautiful brilliant grandchildren which I would if I had them!!! LOL! Instead, I do that about our fur babies! Ha!
Moving on...
Our morning temperatures here in Florida have been frightful, meaning cold, one day even forties but mostly fifties degrees, Farhenheit that is!
But to the good, they have gone up into the seventies and today it is predicted to be eighty!!! I want my Florida back!!!
Usually, in the mid-eighties this time of the year! The prediction is ten more days of these frigid temps!
Oh, my!
Moving on again...!
I don't know why it matters so much to me since I am still on that doxycycline medication that says I cannot go out in the sun and wind! It was given to me due to me having rosacea, which is usually a younger persons' ill, fifty and under. I am seventy-one!
So I have been in our climate-controlled home, which most people have. Although, they can leave.
Our large windows are all tinted with those special filtering materials, so I can look outside, stare outside as if a prisoner.
And so I am, for now, a total of thirty days!
I just counted my pills, and I have ten days left!
But I see the dermatologist in just seven more days, the office that prescribed it, so perhaps I will be able to stop them early?
Probably not, with just a few days left by then...!
Oh, well.
C'est la vie!
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? Mom apparently asked her age but not her name...ha! And without hesitation, the teenager had said, Aussie! She was just looking, by the way, 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. 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. And 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, which 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, on his brother's birthday.
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 seven 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 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 being, 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?





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