Sundays can be calming or exciting or a little of both....

 

We prefer the latter!

The heavy rain storm that had been promised, did not occur, thankfully!

We did get some rain but barely an inch!..

I still get some heart palpitations with the threat of bad storms.

Ever since Hurricane Charley in 2004, on August 13th, a Friday made a mess of our home while we were in it! A category 4 storm with 145 mph winds. ( We had been living in Florida at that time 18 years and never experienced personally one... A caveat here over five hours away in South Florida, we had helped in the aftermath of Hurricane Andrew in 1992. Katrina 2005 in New Orleans, was a Cat 3 but it was its flooding that killed the people! Like Ian in Fort Myers did too in 2022!) Not being an initial part of the devastation we did see what that hurricane had done, destroying a much larger area a 155mph storm, a Category 5/6 Highrisers were sheared in half, homes and businesses were fattened, and lives were lost! Although those horrors were etched in my brain... there I could eventually go home, but with Hurricane Charley, I was already home...! The expression used here is, "Run from the water hide from the wind!" 

Charly we had no time to do anything it was supposed to go 100 miles north to Tampa, but it didn't instead it came straight into our Charlotte Harbor with winds at 145+ ripping apart everything in its wake!

I am still a mess with rainy weather all these years later...!

Rainy season officially starts May 15th every year and hurricane season runs from June 1st to November 30th yearly too!

Every year we seem to get worse with Global Climate Change!

Hope and pray or whatever for a quieter time for all of us, weather-wise-war-wise pandemic-wise, and election-wise in this year! 

The vibes can be heard at least I hope so! GOOD VIBES, GOOD VIBES, GOOD VIBES!

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 ten-ish 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 12-ish 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!