I do here as often as possible but hide behind my near anonymity...
Yes, I do agree at times, it can have repercussions!
Due to everyone then giving their opinions... which can be the opposite of yours!
In those days, discussions were good, and no one shot anyone, although shouting did occur in the heat of vastly different opinions!
Wednesday, we took Aussie to his vet appointment, and on the way home there was an incident that looked as if it might escalate. On the road into Punta Gorda, Olympia, a Jeep pulled out into traffic to get into line to make a turn. Still, another car did not like her getting in front of him so he honked and honked while others could tell hoping this wasn't just another road rage incident that would become physical or worse use weapons!
Hubby took his place behind the right-hand turn-side car where we were going and so we waited and then went when it was our turn... the honking car sneaked in the front car had stopped in the left lane, but we went home...! So we do not know what transpired...! On the news nightly there seems to be a heated road rage story due to people not happy with someone's driving or thinking they were cut off or some other way treated incorrectly!
But these turn into violent shootings or bumping or destroying someone's car!
What happened to stop after nasty hand gestures or vulgar shouting???
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 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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