Using my electric wheelchair when out seems to bring out the best in people I encounter. They help me with smiles and kindness! Opening a door or clearing the way is so little to some, but it is so lovely and helpful for me.
Hubby benefits too from the kindness of strangers; he, in his not-so-good condition, doesn't have to say anything, and people help him by helping me. Or him with his cane these days.
Personally, I think Hubby is doing better than he gives notice to... right now he is mowing the lawn atop his John Deere tractor mower. His worst period is the five days after his KeyTruda chemo, every three weeks, it's extremely hard on his entire system.
He always does his mini projects with his disclaimer, because he has to.
We do have the money to hire people to mow the lawn, all of $30 bucks but he is fussy on how he wants it done, and no one can do it like he can.
If you get my drift...?
It's not for the lack of trying... Even with stage four cancer, Hubby wants his things done just right and, so no one can do it better than him, hisself!
He's even going to put down an ecologically safe weed and feed lawn fertilizer today!
No more toxic stuff that I am sure, in some ways, did not help all his cancers he ended up having. He had quit smoking nearly ten years before he was diagnosed.
Who knows, there is no way now to put a tracker on such things, and what does it matter? The damage is done, and it is being dealt with accordingly.
With the three chemo medications.
The first two had side effects from that eventually diminished, hopeful that it will happen with the Keytruda too, soon.
Anyway, according to the side effects section, it is a normal reaction and not that serious to worry about.
Let me introduce you to the crew...
Lastly, moving on to who they are, our 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! 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 Merle. 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. The volunteers had removed me from a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter.Above is my PIC, taken on the birthday I shared with my dad, but dad is much older than I am!!! 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 had 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 shelter's 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 ID 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've got it! In order of adoption!
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