Thinking can at times get you into trouble... and fun with AI!

 

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...Just me, anyway. That's what thinking out loud is—expressing your thoughts openly, understand?

Ever said something impulsively that you regretted as soon as the words left your mouth?

Well done if you've managed to avoid that!

I've done it too many times, even now at my age.

There seems to be no stopping me, although the guilt that follows ought to be a lesson to think before I speak!

It might seem trivial to mention this, but a certain former President continues to act out, seemingly oblivious to the fact that his words are deceitful, spiteful, and cruel, and he shows no regret afterward.

I've held back from sharing my thoughts on our nation's state and political matters because my private musings often met with disagreement, sometimes painfully so. Thus, I've moderated the subjects I discuss.

You'd think I'd be tougher at my age, but apparently not!

Mine below before AI was allowed to rewrite it!

...Me anyway. That's thinking out loud! Saying your thoughts... got it?

Have you ever said something that when it was escaping your brain and running out of your mouth you may have regretted saying when you said it?

Good for you for NOT DOING IT!

I have, too many times.

Even at this ripe old age.

There is no stopping me, but the guilt after should be enough to teach me not to speak without thinking!

To all of you, it might seem silly to even bring that topic up... although, a so-called X-President continues to misbehave not realizing what he says is lies and hateful and mean! And he does it all without remorse after.  

I stopped myself from commenting on the state of our country and any political views... because what I had been saying was my private thoughts that many would disagree with, sadly they did, and hurtfully they did. So, I toned down my topics.

I am not made of tough stuff, by now you would think someone my age would be, but nah!

Interesting, hmm?

 Allow me to 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 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!