So today is my birthday and I am...

...Forty-seven years old, oh wait, no I am not I am the reverse of that! 

                                                                       74!

See what I did? I threw you, hmm? Well, my brain is 47, nah 7, alright 4? Why does it matter; I am alive and breathing and when all is said and done, isn't that what really matters???

I have taken to word games on my phone these last couple of years since they profess to be excellent in keeping my brain sharp! You know the tests that tell you your real brain age?

I hate to tell them that unless they took my brain out and put it into some type of suspended animation, my brain is as old as me 74, unless we got separated along the way, which we did not!

I think.

Anything is possible...there were my teen years when I seem to recall being very tired at one time... I seem to have mononucleosis. That's when it most likely happened!

Who knows.

Where's the proof, really?

If my brain was Shanghied, how did they do it?

More importantly, why would they do it?

I'm no genius they could learn from, it would have had to be aliens that did it due to my somewhat minuscule knowledge of our governmental agencies or not knowing anything about them, RE: ALIENS!!!

But wouldn't they be more into snatching it than returning it all those years later?

74-47=27 years later? Or 67? Or 70?

Never mind... ha, and appropriate words right now in this minute!

I can do this all day, all night, and again and again, what STAMINA!!!

Let's move on, what do you say...!

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!!!

And you'll know what you did was not just for one but for us all!

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!