Tuesday, January 21, 2025

When you have a day of exhaustion the next day if you can afford to do it...

 


...It is a day of resting!
That is a good motto, and so we did.
Balance in all of life's plans.
I understand not everyone can do that but trying is half the battle realized.

These things are easier to enact when you are a retired senior adult without written-in-stone commitments to do certain things. (Sadly we were BIG non-profit volunteers but for the last few decades dealing with all this we have stopped entirely!)
Once you commit that is a whole other ballgame!

As responsible adults, we all know that.

At this intersection, I am referring to non-profit volunteering.

Although not being paid or under any scrutiny, you must hold up to your word when you offer to help.

 I was a volunteer, for the last ten years before I retired, and before that 40 years sporadically for many organizations while working in my trained field of retail management for others or myself and Hubby in our own businesses.

So until we both became ill things were not bad at all.

Illness has a way of making you reevaluate priorities and how you live your life.

Who you let in emotionally and whom you keep out.

Not Pollyannas but people you trust and some you even love like family or friends.

Not at all too bad when you realize that emotional support.

Our supporters have died off, gotten as sick as us, or diminished due to not understanding why we stopped helping sadly...

No one showed up to help after the hurricanes...

Very sad...

Those are my thoughts for today...

Allow me to introduce you to the crew...

Lastly, moving on to who they are, our crew...
3 months, and ... now 7!



   
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! 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 seven 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 eleven 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 I misbehaved 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. I was beautiful either way!




Hey, wait! Please don't forget me! I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am 13-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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