Should he run or sit back?
If it was my decision to make I would not presume to know...!
Weighing pluses and minuses is the usual way to go in all infinite important decisions...!
What is better for the country? NOT THE OTHER GUY!
Can I still beat him, many say no, not after I took my own beating between my awful performance on the first debate, and my third bout of COVID, so unlike me.
I am so tired of all this!
But are those reasons to give up?
No, that is if I were the only one getting hurt if I make that choice.
But more than me is at stake, why an entire COUNTRY!
Why can't we have the easier row to tow... the absolute winning choice legally Barack cannot run again, but Michele... could!? In my place with Kamala what a team that could/would be!
Fantasy is not the truth or the American way, only in football! LOL
Why not!?
Realism is hard.
We could always wish...!
Let me get back to you on this while I chew on my decision a bit longer... but before August, I know, yes I do know! Coming up FAST!!!
*His decision may be not to continue but that is his alone, although he knows what is best for the country!
Just remember that... TRUTH and HONOR, ARE THE AMERICAN WAY... and it will prevail!
With a vote for Joe, that is for the continuation of the AMERICAN WAY, circa 1776-2024!
May our values and decency live on!!!
VOTE FOR JOE!
VOTE FOR JOE!!
VOTE FOR JOE!!!
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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