Rectifying the wrongs of mine!

 

Forgetting to post...Our rustic two-person glutinous Thanksgiving! Minus the pic of our pumpkin pie slices with light whip cream! No fancy dishes or flatware, just our typical daily ware, Pyrex bowls, and stainless steel bowl, Corningware serving dishes, and aluminum serving platter with wooden holder included. No table cloth due to Aussie pulling one off a few years ago and doing damage to a family treasure, our wedding marble turntable! The discoloration you see on our table is purposefully done due to me purchasing distressed furniture!

In other personal news...!

Yesterday after I wrote this I finally was able to get a hold of my hand surgeon on his after-hours call service hooked up to the hospital! He called right back, and met us at his closed for the holiday office, yes, Dr. Stephen Helgemo literally opened his office to check my elbow that was still swollen and red and oozing yellow excrement after my shower on my towel and for the last few days on its bandaids. I thanked him and apologized for disturbing his day off, he said if it was yesterday..., and left that hanging meaning, Thanksgiving, of course, we all knew. 

I thanked him for the peace of mind he created in me by him saying it was doing fine and not unusual with someone who uses her arms to move in my chair and walker. But left the door open if I needed to be seen again in his office next week! I even asked about the doxycycline protecting me from the infection that I am still on for my rosacea, and he agreed I do believe.

He was wearing, shorts a T-shirt with an overshirt as well as short ankle boots, in monochromatic shading colors! He had pulled up in what appeared to be a very new white Ford diesel massive pick-up truck, he mentioned he lived in the country and was working apparently around his home there.

He is just like everyone else, a human being! Ha!

Any-who, he did go far beyond many other doctors would go that is Dr. Klein my eye doctor to has been known to go! But he was one of those doctors without borders docs, and he holds an M.D. license as well!

So so far I have been very lucky with my doctor choices!

So for all that, I am very thankful!

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? 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.

3 months................................................ 4 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 six 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 by 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 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?  

Easy as Aussie, Bella, Chance, now you got it!