As promised... more storm PICS!

 

The water and wind blew our row boat off its moorings, but not away! Our pontoon boat on the lift did fine tied on! Our canoe, which we have had for over forty years, did not go anywhere but onto the fence; it was habituating upside down anyway! The third pic down is our neighbor's across the street they throw everything away. We don't; we try to salvage by turning the air down and fans on after we sweep, and use a squeegee and our wet-dry vac the entire house! Also our dehumidifier! Listen this is the first Hurricane we haven't lost power or internet after in 38 years of living in Florida with four direct hits!!! 

According to Hubby our LVF is history. It was floating and buckled in too many places as well as chipped!

We have paid FEMA for flood insurance for 26 years and had only one previous claim from Hurricane Ian two years ago. Our regular homeowners are within the state locally Tower Hill in Gainesville and our claims have been mostly with them since Hurricane Charley in 2004, Irma 2117, Ian 2022, and now Helene 2024! Both insurance companies have been spoken to and will be sending adjusters soon, the FEMA one said we should hear from theirs on Tuesday or Wednesday.

The pool below is now Hubby drained it; the pool above was just after the storm.

The rest of the pictures are after we got rid of the water!!!

The watermark below in the bathroom shows how high it got in the sunroom too!

All the doors in the house are filled with water and destroyed so they must be replaced!

Believe it or not, the water in the tub in the hall bathroom came back over my stenciled sunflowers but when it receded it was fine as the art gallery on the fence shows acrylic is forever when it dries! It's been through a few hurricanes by now!

But Hubby says the house is toast, and we should move...I would agree if the possibility of moving did not seem like such an enormous issue to accomplish! And the fact that this is the longest we have lived anywhere...!

Allow me to introduce you to the crew...

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

3 months, and ... now 6!

   

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 said Aussie! By the way, she was just looking, so my mom did not steal me from her.
We never discovered the girl's name; Mom liked Aussie, too. Since then, we have found that it is a ubiquitous name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon, even 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,.I am the largest of fur babies, and due to my breed and being standard, I am just right, 
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, I am a Maltese Yorkie and a Morkie. I might be ten 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. 
My previous family turned me in, stating that Imisbehavedg 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, clearing 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 when 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!