Speaking My Mind: A woman's dream!

Speaking My Mind: A woman's dream!:   I ate over 800 calories in one item, crab carbonara, and didn't gain a pound! Still 84 lbs. ( Any way below my 103 lbs., by nearly twe...

A woman's dream!

 

I ate over 800 calories in one item, crab carbonara, and didn't gain a pound! Still 84 lbs. ( Any way below my 103 lbs., by nearly twenty pounds...) As most would say, cumulative..., and cheesy biscuits, as well as cashews! Without gaining a pound! I am constantly hungry, but when I do eat, I am still in pain!

Something has got to be wrong for this to be still happening.

I just don't know what it could be... or why?

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.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 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!

Speaking My Mind: We did go out!

Speaking My Mind: We did go out!:   We ended up going to the post office to mail back my phone from my heart monitor! And we ended up eating lunch out at Red Lobster, which, ...

We did go out!

 

We ended up going to the post office to mail back my phone from my heart monitor! And we ended up eating lunch out at Red Lobster, which, for some reason, was very dead empty! The end of the 'high season', with all the people going home, is why it was so quiet; we had one whole dining room to ourselves.  

Hubby had a few sides for himself, a baked potato with crab, and mushrooms with crab, and we both had a cup of lobster bisque. 

I had a full-size crab carbonara that we took home most of with some cheesy biscuits, a quarter of a lobster bisque, lemons, and some mango brown paper bags to bring to fruition. I had given my last brown paper bag away to a young fellow. (The server heard me mention and offered the bags, how sweet!) I had also given a few mangoes to, not realizing it was my last one. They are great to put the fruit in to bring it to ripeness.

Hubby does love going out to eat, and so that is joy, and so we do that as often as we 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.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 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!