My Cuz responded to my yesterday's blog, as I knew he would...

 

My author's note here... he is the son of my first cousin who originally suggested that I write a blog to deal with my MS and other issues... and it has become very therapeutic. That was nearly sixteen years ago! The anniversary of this blog is in June of this year. His father was a wonderful person and he passed away at eighty-four years old a few years ago. He left behind a beautiful intelligent wife and seven incredible children... He had opposite from mine political views as so does this child of his...Although, there you go someone on my side who lived past eighty and an aunt, Dad's sister, who lived well into her nineties! But sadly none of my immediate family did! Again Mom was seventy when she died in eleven and half hours, Dad was seventy-nine, he hung in for weeks, and my brother was 74, and months for him, all from first-time strokes, and his daughter, my niece, was 13 days from her fifty-first birthday died from colorectal cancer! I believe my first cousin who recommended I become a blogger brother also died from colon cancer.

I was in my thirties when my parents passed away due to being the child of a second marriage and they were thirty-nine and forty-three when I was born... before it was fashionable... I do question why people would have children so late in life, many won't be there for many occasions due to dying...! The average life expectancy in the United States is: Life Expectancy of United States of America 1950-2024 & Future Projections (database. earth)

I still miss my family daily!

Mauldin... perhaps but as our younger pragmatic son used to say as a teen who saw too many of his young generation die from no fault of their own, as did ours and others before us, depression, a drunk driver killed one, and illness...another"You are born, you live, and then you die!" ( Now a forty-eight-year-old, and a millionaire with a 65-foot yacht traveling the world with his beautiful intelligent lawyer wife exotic birds and cats)

Let me introduce you to the crew...

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

3 months and ...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 eight 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 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!