The only realization for doing this comes to mind... MY SANITY!
No, I am not INSANE but that could be due to this path that I chose when it had been suggested by my now very dead cousin to deal with my new diagnosis in 2006 of Multiple sclerosis, that took me two years until I did decide to do this...! He was eighty-four years old and very ill at the time of his demise, so no surprises there. Good news since all of my immediate family died in their seventies! He was on my father's side his sister Rose's son. She had three children all good people, ten grandchildren from those three and ran her haberdashery till nearly the day she died! Dad had five siblings; Mom had four! Which means I had a lot of first cousins, last count was fifteen plus!
Actually, lost count.
A couple of them lived well into their nineties!
So, there is HOPE! And perhaps a goal!
Is it insane to want to live long with so many ills?
So far nonfatal, except of course those warning strokes...!
But the fact they were caught early is a definite plus!
Remember the acronym for a stroke and get help fast!
Stroke: B.E. F.A.S.T. | Northwestern Medicine
And if for any reason you think you are INSANE OR DEPRESSED, please call 988!
Allow me to 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 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!
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