Speaking My Mind: What's new?

Speaking My Mind: What's new?:   Today, we have a slower day so I can take some time to write... In the past week we had so much going on I even forgot to go to appointmen...

What's new?

 

Today, we have a slower day so I can take some time to write...

In the past week we had so much going on I even forgot to go to appointments' and did not have any time to write. Sorry, for that I did miss you all, nothing scheduled for today.

Tomorrow is my CT scan.

For my bran and chest and lower abdomen.

The brain I will be very interested in since in the last month I fell on my head an additional two time with bloody messes due to dizziness! A count of three times in the last few months. I lost my balance and BOOM!

I do feel something could be wrong, but I do know what?

Hope I get some answers!

Talk to you later... I will try to keep up as much as I can!

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!", Mom.

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! So, in my mind, I said, 'Okay!'

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 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, but if I didn't, it was okay. 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, for shots, neutering, and putting in the microchip ID until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening...

Easy as Aussie, Bella, and Chance,... now you've got it! In order of adoption!

Speaking My Mind: Oy vey, what to say, what to say!

Speaking My Mind: Oy vey, what to say, what to say!: What a day! How is yours... so far speaking? Talk to me. I will talk back. Okay, dokey, I'll wait... in the meanwhile... have you heard ...

Oy vey, what to say, what to say!

What a day! How is yours... so far speaking?

Talk to me. I will talk back.

Okay, dokey, I'll wait... in the meanwhile... have you heard the one about the jackass? The current US president knows him well, it's himself!

What he says and does only causes it. As most of us know.

Otherwise, he is not too terrible. Ah, who am I kidding? Oh, yes, he is!!!

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!", Mom.

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! So, in my mind, I said, 'Okay!'

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 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, but if I didn't, it was okay. 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, for shots, neutering, and putting in the microchip ID until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening...

Easy as Aussie, Bella, and Chance,... now you've got it! In order of adoption!