Well, so it was a bit different than last time...

 

So the doctor was extremely busy, and although my surgery was scheduled for 11:30 A.M. I really don't know when we got home! Oh, that's right a half an hour was left to General Hospital, about 2:30 P.M.! 

I was told a lot of info but not all apparently did not register... something about my nerves, which sounded quite ominus, and so this time I have brace/half cast all the way above my elbow but the same type of wrist brace, some gauze too, but for my left one, and a sling too!

Pictures are worth a thousand words! So here's mine, that Hubby was kind enough to take.

Yesterday, November 11th, as the picture below shows quite different.

The last time was on October 28th, just a gauze ace bandage and wrist brace, and by the next day I took the gauze off and ace bandage too.

The first time was my right side, and I am right handed, but oddly enough I am having more difficulties this time writing with left side out of commission!

I will try in a little while to get more info by calling the doctor's office.

Gotta go, TTYT?

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................................................ 3 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 five 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 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 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!