...Followers that is! You were hoping it was pounds, huh? (And I was about to tell you my secret to that accomplishment! Nope, at this point, I weigh on most days 99 lbs., and that is just right for me! And that would be dangerous!)
It must have been something I said! I mentioned my rudeness, and I bet many agreed! Oh, well, it was going so well!
Or I superimposed the numbers when I wrote 332, it was actually 323. For today it is 324! That would mean I gained one...I will take that! I'm no fool...!
See we can talk ourselves into positivity even when the situation is unimportant!
Moving on...
Today I gave the three fur babies (written about below) their baths. The big guy, Aussie, the Australian Shephard red merle, gets a bath once a month and I used to do "the Littles" once a week but since I have not been feeling well and so, I give them a bath about twice a month...
Hubby had made me a roll-in shower with a built-in chair years ago. Just before they get their Frontline to prevent bugs on them, it goes on their shoulder blades. I do their baths early so they have time to dry. And the second bath for the Littles AKA our Bichon Frise and our Morkie (Maltese Yorkie) Chance and Bella, is when they go to the groomer it helps to save about twenty bucks when the groomer doesn't have to give them baths this way, and usually they want to keep them all day if they bathe them.
This method ensures they are groomed in under two hours! In fact, they only visit the groomer every two months, or sometimes nearly three. I clean their bedding, combs, brushes, scissors, and toothbrushes when they get bathed, although nowadays we mostly use Greenies for their dental care.
I tell people our fur babies are on the European meal plan since they only eat twice a day at 8 A.M. and 4 P.M.
I told you this to explain why this was so much later than usual with my blog ... oh and after I give them all their baths I shower and do their towels although Hubby was kind enough to do them today!
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 found 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 Imisbehavedg 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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