Today is Thursday, I am only saying each day, because...

 

...otherwise I forget!  So stick with me here, please.

I will be seventy-five in a few weeks, if I am lucky!

I always add that since it is true, no one ever knows if each day is their last, or not, hmm? Not seeing the silver lining or being realistic?

I know it's familia to ours anyway!

All families have their little quirks, ya know.

I know ours. ( Meaning mine. Although I had a cousin say she had good genes for longevity, that was true with her Mom, who lived into her late nineties, but her Dad died in his fifties... so a fifty/fifty chance of the longevity thing!) 

The thing that surprised me the most about what she had said was her brilliant background, her high intellect, perfect scores on her testing, and fancy Ivy League school background I always admire that in her, but the comment made me wonder how she didn't take her other half of her DNA into effect considering her studies/degree had to do with medical science.

It definitely made her conclusion mystify me.

Oh well, that was years ago.

Mine was a straightforward and logical conclusion; my mother, father, and brother all died from strokes, and I have already had three mini-strokes. Ironically enough, all in their seventh decade of life, and as I said, I am nearly seventy-five, if I am lucky, so far... Mom was 70, a week from her 71st birthday, Dad was 79, and Dan, my brother, was 75. 

Oh, and Mom actually went into a coma on Hubby's and my 11th anniversary in 1982, and my Dad died on Mother's Day in 1986, which was on May 11th that year, too!

And with Hubby being so ill... I worry! He better stay with me, we need each other!

Let me 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 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.

No tail/tale publishing, circa 2018.

Get it? I was born without a tail, which is preferable for all Australian Shepherds; only one out of five are born that way!

                           

   "What a diva!"

Hello. I am Bella. In the picture above, I am a Maltese Yorkie, so I am called 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 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!