We were dwelling here in Florida! Had been since 1986 from NJ!
At the time south Jersey, Lacey Township is where we moved from...an hour outside of Manhatten and outside of Philly. But grew up 15 minutes from the George Washington Bridge in NYC, where we both commuted to college.
Hubby was a fire chief then and would have been easily ready to help on that horrific day! When it happened, he was a Deputy here in Charlotte County.
As it was we were not different from others while watching that morning news not realizing what was going on, and thinking the first plane was a small private one off course by accident!
But when it hit the first tower the right actual happening hit like smack to wake us up! That it had been a passenger jet and that two other full-size planes were doing similar disasters in Pennsylvania and D.C.!
To say we were glued to the TV would be a vast understatement we learned what was going on in real-time like the on-air journalists did on the morning of September 11, 2001! I was still recuperating from my first hand surgery, on my left, which I had in August.
Now that I look back yearly and hear those horrible stories of the survivors who have been picked off slowly by devastating cancers caused by the fuel that the planes left behind and the heroes who saved so many had to get through the building's innards to save...! I think I selfishly think and Thank G-D that we were here or Hubby could have died a more typical 9/11 death years ago or more slowly in pain for years and years due to his desire to save lives that I do love about him! Yes, Hubby indeed has 3 types of cancer, not due to 9/11, but they are all in remission right now... lung, prostate, and skin. With 33 rounds of radiation, five for the lung and 28 for the prostate, and Mohs surgery for his skin cancer he is doing good. With his continuing medications daily for the rest of his life!
So that is where my mind goes with 9/11 and then directly or indirectly hearing of people we knew either dying on that fateful day or since....!
Forgive me for not discussing this then, please...!
In closing and importance...
Obamas endorse Harris' presidential bid (yahoo.com)
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,.I am the largest of tur babies, and due to my breed and being standard, I am just right,
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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