To be human, we all must be flawed!
Perfection has been left to the G-ds! ( or the one and only G-D, which many believe in)
Or so we have been told.
Could it be, is it impossible to be...?
That we all have a smidge of perfection left in us due to our creation by him, her, them, or whomever that might be?
Did he, she, or them choose you as an individual or as a group of people???
Now remember who I am... A Jewish woman who, along the way, became agnostic and married a Catholic who has, on his own, become an Atheist. And somehow, for fifty-four years, the relationship has been working.
Living life can be as mysterious as one of those murder mysteries I used to read and now watch on TV when my eyes aren't shaking or seeing double, excetera, excetera, excetera...! All part of my MS, Multiple Sclerosis...
Life can be a challenge like for me and Hubby these days, with his stage four cancer and my MS... or making financial ends meet raising children, them raising us ...life will go on... and most of life's happenings are realistically occurring in a blink of an eye... so settle down and just watch or hold your breath if you dare for it will inevitably be a another BUMPY RIDE!
So goes my addition to my today's Blog/diary... See you later, alligator! (The response should be, In a while, crocodile!)
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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