Did anyone miss me?
It took the better part of the morning to get registered and have the pre-op testing, blood work, MRSA tests, cardiogram, and chest x-ray, besides all the paperwork to go over...! It was only about two and a half hours!
I told Hubby to go home to work on protecting the house from the hurricane, so he wouldn't have to wait for me. We only live 1.8 miles from the hospital!
And after he picked me up, he wanted to get a burger and fries from...the below-pictured eatery! So he did...! And me on my special "Liver shrinking diet" still... fortunately, I was not hungry...! But doesn't that count as torture in some lands?
I will not be eating any of that sort of stuff for a very long time!
Actually, I prefer seafood.
Moving on to the storm front...
It appears to be heading straight for us as a Category 4 storm, seriously bad!
Live updates: Hurricane Ian moves toward Florida. Here's where to find news for SWFL (yahoo.com)
Have at it,... many newsgroups have many aspects of this monster storm and its possible landings locations!
I am definitely paying attention!
MY MUSES are below!
...3 months and 4 years old
I am called Aussie because my mom asked a sixteen-year-old girl who had been 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 had said Aussie! By the way, she was just looking, 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. Since then, we have discovered that it is a ubiquitous name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon, even say unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd, a red Merl. And here is an interesting factoid about me was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd, but as you might know, I AM NOT! Although I am now four years old, I am the baby, though I am the largest of the fur babies, and due to my breed and being standard, I am a bit too big, ha!
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.
I was turned in by my previous family, stating that I was misbehaving 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 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!
Hey, wait! Please don't forget me! I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am seven 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 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 had been wandering the neighborhood for days, and then 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!
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