Speaking My Mind: As promised...

Speaking My Mind: As promised...:  "It is not our first rodeo, as the expression goes! We evacuated due to mandatory evacuations, but the surge was not as bad as they p...

As promised...

 "It is not our first rodeo, as the expression goes! We evacuated due to mandatory evacuations, but the surge was not as bad as they predicted! We still had 16" of seawater in the house, which had receded when we came back from Palm Beach, Delray, and on the walls was the line we measured. The smell became putrid, and I had worn my N95 mask from COVID-19 on and off as we disinfected our home. Fortunately, our power and internet came back on Saturday after we came home, so we could use our wet-dry vac and dehumidifier again and turn the central air system down while running the ceiling fans in each room!"

As I told my cousin recently after we arrived home...

We stayed at a very upscale hotel in Delray Beach that initially quoted us prices of $882.+ for a two-night stay, but when they tried to bill us nearly fifteen hundred I contacted the state gouging. It was the last room available anywhere we were told!

When I decided we should leave after only one night, PS due to the overwhelming lack of rooms away from the storm we had slept in our car in a Walmart parking lot the first night so when they had a room we jumped at that chance Opal Hotel Spa and Resort in Delray Beach. They on checkout charged us over $550+ for the one night when I told them I reported them for gouging, all of a a sudden they gave us discounts but ever since the other amounts keep showing up on our credit card and then subtracted over and over! CRAZY!

Anywho, we came home to a 16" waterline in our home fortunately the water had receded by then. We had no power and no generator, due to our never used brand new one being destroyed by Hurricane Helene having put it in our garage where previously the others had always been safe, but we also never ever flooded before HELENE!!! Only ten inches that time destroyed our $800 autostart gasoline or propane Westinghouse NEW whole house generator and of course, since no one had any due to demand!

We were lucky though in one respect... We also purchased a small generator for our small travel trailer! And so when food started to go we transferred it all to that RVs large refrigerator! Hubby did not want to sleep in it although it has a queen-sized bed, dinette, and large enough bathroom with even a bathtub and shower! The TV even worked due to having an antenna. So we ate meals in it and slept in our home...

Fortunately, our power was restored within two days of our coming home, internet too!

As we cleaned we realized the bottom kitchen cabinets and our appliances were all ruined due to the saltwater infiltrating them!

Foliage outside looks burnt due to the salty wind and water hitting even our nearly forty-foot Mango tree! Our coconut palm still lies where it fell, we had grown both from their nuts. Even the new avocados look destroyed but professionals say to leave them all alone and they will come back!

Our new fridge came today and furniture will be here Friday to replace one piece, our white leather recliner, Others have been ordered, as well as our new washer and dryer...

It is 1:50 A.M. yep the wee hours of the morning and so I will stop for now... TTYL?

My body clock is screwy! I am usually an early riser not a late go to bed gal!

Or I might be up for the day? Who knows...! So Good Night or Good Morning however you roll...!

Pictures will eventually come ... maybe. Rehashing them might be too upsetting...!

Allow me to introduce you to the crew...

Lastly, moving on to who they are, our crew...

3 months, and ... now 6!

   

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! And 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 six 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, 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 and a Morkie. I might be ten 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 Imisbehavedg 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, beautiful either way!

Hey, wait! Please don't forget me! I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am 12-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: I will be back!!!

Speaking My Mind: I will be back!!!:   Eventually, my mind is elsewhere trying to get our home back in order. We are luckier than many, but some not as much. I am Documenting al...

I will be back!!!

 

Eventually, my mind is elsewhere trying to get our home back in order. We are luckier than many, but some not as much. I am Documenting all pictures for adjusters, as we all must, and for you too to see later when I feel I will post. Any followers, please understand we are not thinking of joy; we just want to get the awful smell gone—MOLD! 

TTYL?

Allow me to introduce you to the crew...

Lastly, moving on to who they are, our crew...

3 months, and ... now 6!

   

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! And 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 six 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, 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 and a Morkie. I might be ten 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 Imisbehavedg 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, beautiful either way!

Hey, wait! Please don't forget me! I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am 12-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!