To say we all knew where we were when this unimaginable time in our history occurred would be an enormous under statement!

Twenty years ago today is when we were attacked in our own backyards, our homeland, our turf, it seems like yesterday sometimes or much, much longer ago than that! You know what I mean... many of us knew people who were killed that day either directly or indirectly they had touched our lives...with saddened memories that encompassed how they all were coldly blatantly killed by crashing planes into the Twin Tower in Manhatten https://news.yahoo.com/photos-show-chaos-heartbreak-9-120000794.html?fr=sycsrp_catchall  Shanksville Pennsylvania https://www.cbsnews.com/news/visiting-shanksville-pa-where-flight-93-crashed/#:~:text=SHANKSVILLE%2C%20Pa.%20%28AP%29%20-%20In%20one%20sense%2C%20Shanksville,the%20spot%20where%20the%20hijacked%20plane%20came%20down., and at the Pentagon in D.C.! https://news.yahoo.com/stories-inside-pentagon-9-11-100000432.html?fr=sycsrp_catchall

What more can anyone say, but like most horrors in life when told to never forget, who can??? Really???

I know I haven't and I am more than sure you cannot either, but let the children know age-appropriately that is... that is why I have included those hotkeys above for you and them. Scan them first.

Moving on slightly...

All I can think about on every anniversary of this horrendous time in our history is that if we hadn't moved to Florida in 1986 Hubby would have been there too at the Twin Towers for he was a Fire Chief in Lacey Township NJ, just a hop skip and jump from there! By 2001, he was already a deputy here in Florida for seven years.

That is why we were there in the aftermath of Hurricane Andrew 1992, a CAT 5, although living in Florida but over five and half hours north of there, due to that need to help bones in us then!

I think about that often, and even if he would have would he be here now.

And so we must go, for now.

Please be smart, as well as safe.

Have a very pleasant day.

Count those blessings, and we will too!

Next time, please be here or be square; ya hear!

Aussie, say good day!

I am Aussie, not being from Australia, but American-made, I will comply anyway for the fun of it, so I will say good day!

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 my 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. 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! 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, which 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, on his brother's birthday.

3 months................................................ 3 years

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, a Maltese Yorkie, a Morkie, and I might be five years old. I am the middle child, so I am what you would expect, with all those idiosyncrasies that go along with all that! Being the only girl has its rewards, as well as difficulties... We are all rescues, so no one knows for sure our ages. I was turned in by my previous family, stating that I was misbehaving with their elderly dog, they had said I was driving him crazy! I was the second to be adopted on 8/18/18, on clear out the shelters' day!Oh, by the way, my record's called me Belle, and so for no known reason, Mom decided I was more of a Bella; beautiful either way!

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!