Please, know that my last blog was a messy, mess!

                                                                   

...And I just realized that now! When I first saw it, it was right in front of me... Whoa! I said! What happened here?

OMG! Big TIME!

Was this done by a cretin?

Sorry to say it was done by me... You be the judge of someone who did not check her work, WHOOPSY! If I had to do it again... I am sure, I could not do it, LOL!

Anywho, let's move on... please let's...

Here we go... hold on... I don't know if it will be a bumpy one...

Today, I will be going back to the wound care center for a wound that was supposed to be one and done!

Instead, it has been two months of weekly appointments and a tushy that still hurts when I sit or lie down the wrong way, on it! Who knew that pressure sores could be ... must I redundantly say, SORE!

They did call it correctly with their weekly debris of the sore, not healed yet, location.

Originally, they had sent homecare workers to our home, which Hubby and I do not like, an invasion of unknowns. Neither do our fur babies, who since COVID-19 are no longer socialized to strangers in our home or outside of it either. So, we have been DIYing my care without their fancy patches and etc., although they sent it to us. A lifetime supply! Many lifetimes supply, and we really have no room for it, and should donate it to a clinic!

Tomorrow is just a six-month check-up of my skin... in Florida, this is common, or going whenever you see something that looks wrong!

Let me introduce you to the crew...

Lastly, let's move on to who we 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's 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 my parents adopted me. The volunteers had removed me from a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter.The picture above was taken on the birthday I shared with my dad, but my 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 August 18, 2018, 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 10-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 officer had been called and came out to see if I had a microchip ID with her machine. 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!