So much going on and so confusing at times...

 

The hospital scheduled the newer lymph nodes in Hubby's bladder to be biopsied the day after he was to begin chemo and so now they switched the chemo to the next day...after the biopsy! Radiation for his lung cancer has yet to be scheduled he will be having a scheduled evaluation first, which has been scheduled.

I am having my shots in my lumbar region before Hubby gets anything done at the same hospital, and these shots are deemed outpatient surgery? 

The lot next door that hasn't had a home since Hurricane Charley (2004) took the one away that had been there, is now so very overgrown and is a dump site for dogs to poop and the grass is growing over into the sewers, and blocking them to back up and cause flooding and puddles that mosquitoes are breeding in them!

So I called code and left a message and the health department, which only deals with septic tank issues, we are on sewers, left a message too with mosquito control that will spray!

The owner of the property next door lives in Canada, and apparently has taken issue due to all the complaining that we have been doing! Don't blame them but maybe they could take better care of the property??? They even removed the mangroves, which protect unprotected property during storms, such as HURRICANES! (That is properties without seawalls, cylinders, rip rap, etc.)

To make things worse the neighbor on the other side puts his palm fronds from his yard onto the empty lot. When yard waste is picked up weekly if put in the right container that is supplied to everyone! His contribution to the unruly mess causes the additional clogging of the sewer drains! Hubby tried moving them but someone's dog pooped there... Hubby cleans up from our pups several times a week, and they only go in their own backyard! These are from none caring people who walk their dogs on our street! The law is that they are supposed to remove poops made by their dogs! 

FRUSTRATING!!! We carry poop baggies in our car if we take our fur babies anywhere and always pick their poop up when needed after!

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!