Sunday, April 14, 2024

Sundays are Christian chill day!

 


...Or anticipation for a crazy work week! Many Christians celebrate this day by going to church and being forgiven for their sins. Hubby was once among the many as a child who believed this since he was brought up as a Catholic! 

His grandparents came from Germany in 1926 with his five-year-old mother and her three-year-old brother! His grandmother had a Jewish surname and so I asked if she could have been Jewish, and she said as she smiled and said maybe. That question was asked nearly fifty years ago, but I remembered her sweet smile all these years now due to how I was so welcomed into their family and them into mine... 

Fast forward over fifty years later...Oddly enough, Hubby had been tested for the BRCA Gene, due to his prostate cancer diagnosis this past year and it came up positive for having not only one but two BRCAs. We were told by Hubby's oncologist to notify our sons and so we did. They both chose not to have children before we knew about this, and hopefully will be tested for themselves accordingly.

 They are 48 and 51 respectively so we no longer have the ability to make them do anything, not that we ever did! LOL, neither would we want wishy washy kids or adults... In recent medical info I also found out through ancentry.com that I may very well be an Ashkenazi Jew being from that part of Europe and also having the BRCA genes, so our sons did not have a chance...! I just hope they do get TESTED!!!

BRCA Mutations in Men: Three Things to Know (pennmedicine.org)

Changing your religion which neither of us had... has nothing to do with genetics!

Let me introduce you to the crew...

Lastly, moving on to who they are, our crew...

3 months, and ...now


   
Aussie, say good day!

I am Aussie, not from Australia, but American-made. 
I will comply because it is fun and say good 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 six 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.
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. I might be ten-Ish years old. We are all rescues, so no one knows our ages for sure. I am the middle child, so I am what you would expect, with all those idiosyncrasies accompanying that! Being the only girl has its rewards as well as its difficulties. 
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, on 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 12-ish 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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