Happy Mother's Day to all who are Mothers or do jobs of Mothers!

I almost forgot to write today! I was outside weeding the garden beds...! It was after I took my second shower that I did remember!

The wishes to me here started early first Hubby and then a text from an old friend and last but never least Number One Son! He will be here tomorrow!

Yes, I do have two sons but the younger one is estranged not our doing his idea... so very sad.

Anywho, at nearly seventy-three, if I'm lucky, My Mom has been gone for a very long time, she was seventy when she passed away back on February 15 of 1982, and I was thirty-one... I still miss her daily, we would talk on the phone daily or see each other or go to lunch, etc...! I was her second marriage child, her first she had had at twenty years old, my brother, was nineteen years older than me and she was thirty-nine when I was born and my Dad was forty-three. Now that is more common, older parents. But at the time my parents were nearly ten years older than most of my friends' parents. 

The picture below is of Mom at about 49 years old, when I was about ten I am next to her. Oh, the picture is of my doll carriage loaded with Civil Defense pamphlets that my friends, Esther far left then Mary in the middle were helping to distribute. My Mom was Co-President of the Paramus NJ Civil Defense before we realized that basement shelters were pretty much a joke as was any so-called preparation for that kind of war, horrifically! As it is today, sadly.

My beautiful Mom! She was nearly sixty at the time of my wedding!

Mother's Day history...https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mother%27s_Day

All should enjoy the day... Hubby is making me a special dinner surf and turf...  a good steak from Sam's Club that we were able to cut up in three sections, as we do with their salmon. But we are having shrimp and steak and baked potatoes and the vegetable will be a surprise I guess since he hasn't asked me what I would like or mentioned it.

  MY MUSES are below!

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

3 months and 4 years old, now 5!

    

   

Aussie, say good day!

I am Aussie, not from Australia, but American-made. 

I will comply for its fun, so I will 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 had said Aussie! By the way, she was just looking, so my mom did not steal me from her.
We never found out the girl's name; mom liked 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 five 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.

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. I might be seven 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 that go along with that! Being the only girl has its rewards, as well as its difficulties. 
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!
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 eight 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!