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Avocado or not avocado? That is the question! (Below is all my personal good news)
Avocado growing out of the stump of the one taken out by Hurricane Ian!
Not sure could be or might not be an avocado? Grown from a fallen fruit?
Absolutely AVOCADO planted eight pits and five are sprouting!!! Looks as if we might have an Avocado orchard???My hand surgeon Dr. Stephen Helgemo nurse practitioner Rebecca injected into two of my thumb joints Friday steroids to help with my bad arthritis. I think it might be working already!
Someone send this girl crepe away!Below is a form for my hand brace, soft stuff inside that warms up in a microwave and then fits to your thumb hand or whatever
The whole process should be worn about two weeks, and might last three months?
And during this time it is sort of like those Gremlins you cannot get it wet! Yes, it can be taken off for showering and washing hands but DO NOT GET IT WET!!! It gets mushy or mean or something weird odd or who knows what and so NO DO NOT GET IT WET!!!
The morning sunrise is proof of a rain-free sunny day!
I am called Aussie because my mom asked a sixteen-year-old girl 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 found out the girl's name; mom liked 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: I was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd, but as you might know, I AM NOT! I am a standard Australian Shepherd! Although I am now five 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 just right, 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.
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 8/18/18 on clear out the shelters day!
My record called me Belle, 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 eight 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 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!
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