WRITING is not just a fine art but to some a necessity!
Feelings can, be more easily expressed by writing them down than by saying them aloud...for most people.
But here's the caveat unless you are absolutely sure about what you need/want to say they will be out there for the world to see!
So be CAREFUL!
I use this blog, as you all know, by now... as I say fairly often for my SANITY!
I enjoy expressing, my opinions as well as my, feelings to faceless people mostly, although there are some who I know...at least I would like to think I know they run the gamut from old school chums and even relatives whom I haven't seen up close and personal for years and years! ( Yes, and occasional newer Facebook friend whom, I never met in person...!)
In closing for today with the election barbs heating up I have decided to take my own high road, stay away from that conversation, and let nature and common sense run their course...! (If only!)
So here I sit with a voluminous amount of time on my hands and the ability to bore or excite... who knows what I might bring to this game called life, do you know what you might?
Leaving you with that thought to join the games!? (Called life with a twist expressing what you really think of it all without being criticized!) Try it you might like it! Join me as I continue from these my past sixteen years of endeavor, who knows how much longer we have??? Really???
Be kind or rewind! ( Not so easy, after all, hmm?)
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 said Aussie! By the way, she was just looking, so my mom did not steal me from her.
We never discovered 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 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 fur 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.
My previous family turned me in, 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, clearing 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 when 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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