We used the same method to dry out our home... for both times... we lowered the central air conditioning, put all ceiling paddle fans on, and used our dehumidifier and washed everything with professional Lysol disinfectant used our wet/dry vac, and we did! ( Bleach with me with asthma and Hubby with lung cancer was too much to use.)
The professionals were overwhelmed and so were we!
Millions were affected in several states!!!
I suppose FEMA too was overwhelmed on how to handle this unprecedented issue and they are doing what they feel is fair. As long as we get the advance they have been promising us we should be okay. But it has been weeks and the bills are coming in for what we already replaced and we haven't yet been able to order what we still need, the new or repaired floors? Hubby's tools, bottom kitchen cabinets that are crumbling, mold removal, if we have some, hard furniture damaged and either repaired or replace... soft has been replaced, two couches and two chairs. Three appliances have been replaced the fridge and the washer and dryer. Saltwater intrusion is a rusty mess on appliances! Which brings us to our garage freezer! So much more to be done! Hubby is currently working on the west side of the house fence that came down. We are also getting a price for the sheds' roofs that were damaged, our barn ones...!
Allow me to introduce you to the crew...
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.
My previous family turned me in, 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, 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!
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