My ENT called me back last night at seven P.M. Apparently, my salivary stones were not causing my jaw throat problem, wait for it... my severe neck arthritis is!!!
He said he never saw anything like it, and this time it was a CT with contrast!
His suggestion was to see a spine doctor, and so he will be sending over the referral.
So he is sending it over to one with a five-star rating who is less than two miles from my home!!!
I just spoke with that doctor's office and have an appointment next week, in fact, I spent the better part of an hour filling out their new patient forms online that goes back directly to them!
And that is why I started out being early but now I am much later than I wanted to be!
Oh well.
Moving on...
The day wouldn't have started right if I didn't mention the Gubernator, dare I say of FLORIDA, and of course, he is staying on course with his stubborn ways for his, "NO MASK MANDATES!"
Even with our state still holding its own with way too many cases of COVID and deaths too and rising daily!
Moving on lastly, again... a beautiful sunrise! Finally, Mother Nature cooperated!
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 she was asked 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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