....Me, not the searchers in Surfside! When even the Kilz won't cover with brushing on, our sprayer should do the job rather nicely!
And so, Hubby has taken over the remainder of the painting since we are still trying to beat the timing of the diminished storm Elsa! Sadly, scheduled to pass by us tonight. I did not learn how to use the sprayer and so he is quite proficient in that, and I do know when to say uncle, give up.
Besides physically the project was taking its toll on my hands and shoulders!

Moving on...
The crews still doing the searching on the now completely collapsed building known as, The Chaplain Towers, in Surfside Florida, is now down with the remainder brought down on purpose last night. Mainly due to their concern of it coming down when the search teams were working there. The death count at this writing remains at 24; with 121 unaccounted for.
Moving on once again... nature was a bit uncooperative, I think...you decide, or perhaps my timing was off?
And so we must go, for now ...
I am called Aussie because my Mom asked a sixteen-year-old girl, who had been looking at me, in the crate at the adoption site, that day, what she thought I should be named. And without hesitation, the teenager had said, Aussie! She was just looking, by the way,... so Mom did not steal me from her.
We never did find out the girl's name, and Mom liked the name Aussie too. We have since found out that it is a very common name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon though,... some might say even unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd. Here is an interesting factoid about me, I was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd, but... as you might know, I AM NOT! Although I am now three years old, so I am the baby, though I tip the scales at around seventy pounds, HA! I must admit, a very big one!
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. Below is my new PIC that had been taken on the birthday that I share with my Dad, but Dad is much, much older than me!!! I was the first to be adopted, February 16, 2018, his brother's birthday.
Please don't forget me, I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am six years old, so they think, and the eldest, and I like getting up early with Mom and Aussie. Bella sleeps in with Dad, till after seven most days, even later! I enjoy a good tug-a-war on the ropes that 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 was wandering the neighborhood for days and then saw Aussie and Bella in their living-room window, so I hung out there... The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening?
The animal control lady was 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 being, that if no one claimed me, I want to give him a second chance! So that is how I got the name Chance!
Easy as Aussie, Bella, Chance, now you got it!
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