...For physical therapy. It appears to be a no-brainer, for I will pass the test!
Or be banished if I don't? No, that's from my childhood song that at camp we won the pennant from singing,..." I Won't Grow Up " from the Broadway show Peter Pan starring Mary Martin! (The original Peter Pan)
Now that I established that I will not be banished whether I pass the test or not... I will have PT according to what I need, I suppose... This is only the thirtieth-something time that I have had it since 1997...that is because it is segmented into periods of at least two weeks for me and the longest was six months for me!
It will be interesting if it will make my legs worse or better over a while...since we all know that no pain, no gain is a fallacy!
Or did you?
Anywho... nope, pain is no good! Look it up!
Causing yourself pain in any way you can is definitely NOT GOOD!
"Is there a “no pain no gain” fallacy?
- Yes. While there is no one-size-fits-all answer booklet, here are a few pointers I can offer as someone who has once fallen for the “no pain, no gain” fallacy. First, understand that just because someone else had to achieve success through suffering doesn’t mean you have to force yourself to go through the same."
"The “No Pain, No Gain” Fallacy: Why You Don’t Have to Suffer to Succeed
Let me introduce you to the crew...
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.
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 nine 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!
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