Monday, March 24, 2025

Speaking My Mind: Each day has something I must do...

Speaking My Mind: Each day has something I must do...:   ...And one might say there are plans? Today, Hubby and I have to see our internist's other PA, Stacy. Ours is a six-month check-up. I ...

Each day has something I must do...

 


...And one might say there are plans?

Today, Hubby and I have to see our internist's other PA, Stacy.

Ours is a six-month check-up.

I wonder if I will be staying on my iron pills, ferrex 150 mg. one a day of that, so far. I have had two prescriptions for 90 days each and according to my bloodwork, they appear to work.

My anemia, that is, seems to be under control, according to my bloodwork results. 

Hemoglobin and hematocrit are very slightly lower than they should be still.

Everything else is within normal range except my bun/creatinine ratio is 35 with an amazing EFR of 96!

Which normalizes the bun/creatinine with that high EFR of 96!

Otherwise, I would be looking at serious kidney issues!

I had been midline CKD, chronic kidney disease, with an EFR of 30 then 50, stage 3, and stage 4 for a couple of years, not good, now stage 2! Which is great! And more normal for my age.

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 Merl. 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. I had been taken- out of a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter. 
Above is my PIC, taken on the birthday I share with my dad, but dad is much older than me!!! 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!

                           

  


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 shelters' 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 I.D. 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 got it! In order of adoption!

Sunday, March 23, 2025

Speaking My Mind: Where are they now and what are they doing?

Speaking My Mind: Where are they now and what are they doing?: Highlights and low lights...but not necessarily in that order... https://www.yahoo.com/news/kamala-harris-michelle-obama-warned-080217864.ht...

Where are they now and what are they doing?


Highlights and low lights...but not necessarily in that order...

https://www.yahoo.com/news/kamala-harris-michelle-obama-warned-080217864.html

It's nice to know, you know, that they, too, felt as I did and tried hard to warn you! Two class acts that should have been followed more closely!

https://www.yahoo.com/news/trump-drops-executive-order-stripping-191548008.html

And that is how he does business? Threats, threats, and more threats! Just a sample.

Changing people's minds... It's here below because it is an interesting and intelligent thought-out article. But not necessarily my own opinion or could it be?

https://www.yahoo.com/news/why-hard-change-mind-123000147.html

 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 Merl. 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. I had been taken- out of a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter. 
Above is my PIC, taken on the birthday I share with my dad, but dad is much older than me!!! 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!

                           

  


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 shelters' 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 I.D. 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 got it! In order of adoption!

Speaking My Mind: Each day has something I must do...

Speaking My Mind: Each day has something I must do... :   ...And one might say there are plans? Today, Hubby and I have to see our internist...