Tis the season...

 

... to think about your family, see them in person or make contact with them through modern means, video, conference-calling, etc...And perhaps other loved ones too!

Friends included...!

The same above methods of contact.

Friends and relatives during the holidays are very busy too.

So timing is everything when adjusting to everyone's schedule...!

Many are terrified of the holidays due to the expectations of all the above-mentioned people. 

SO STICK IT!

You heard me, I said, "SO STICK IT!!!"

In retrospect, why be frightened during the most joyous time of the year?

Perhaps it is because you are a realist...

The world is full of too much climate change, hate, death, and destruction, and you cannot understand why anyone would want to celebrate any of that???

Too many wars are currently in progress, never mind the pause...!

If they can pause, why can't they just end the war altogether???

That's ridiculous!

When did driving badly become a reason to kill???

When did believing in something peacefully without hating someone else become something no longer allowed to be heard??? 

Black lives MATTER!

Israel MATTERS!

Gaza MATTERS!

Israelis MATTER!

Islamics MATTER!

Palestinians MATTER!

Back to climate change, to be honest, my deepest concern is literally we might not be here, any of us in the next decade...!

And I am not saying that because I am old and hopefully getting older, but more than likely not...this is my real reason why...

Al Gore, X-American Vice President, and too many to recall scientists were so very correct about climate change, although I do believe their timeframe was off by too many to mention years of how long our earth has left in this venture of its changing...!

In my not-so-scientific way of thinking I just have a gut feeling that we will be seeing the results of severe changes at the end of this decade... yep, by 2030!

I doubt I will be here, and I hope I am wrong... but shouldn't that be an incentive to try and make worldwide PEACE!

This world we are fighting over might very well not be here! So why bother, seriously???

Instead, let me suggest we stop all the squabbling put our heads together, and try and fix the world before it's too late!!!

Just an idea...!

Otherwise, you all can waste more time and die a nasty death together by 2030-31!

Good luck with that!

 Let me introduce you to the crew...

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

3 months and 4 years old, now 6!    

   

Aussie, say good day!

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

I will comply because it is fun and 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: I was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd, but as you might know, I AM NOT! I am a standard Australian Shepherd! Although I am now six 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 just right, 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 accompanying 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 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!