...Heading towards the west Gulf coast of our state FLORIDA! (Where we live!)
My thoughts have to stand strong. We have not been asked to evacuate yet, and according to Hubby, we will not.
We made it through a Cat 4 without shutters or sandbags and now we have both all shutters and sandbags on except the back door which will be done last, due to the dogs needing to go out! We are not on a barrier island, we are inland on a saltwater canal, called the Elkam waterway.
The surge will be lessened when it gets here, we are nearly twenty-five miles from where it might come in...
The storm appears to be wiggling northward the further it goes north the less we will get!
I will not say pray for that since someone will get what we do not! So mixed emotions...!
Blood pressure is up with highly stressful emotions, as everyone can imagine! I have not been on blood pressure medication for nearly a dozen years... due to being diagnosed with diastolic dysfunction, too low the bottom number during a stress test!
But yesterday my top number was 195 over 66... what could that mean... Hubby has been treated with medicine for high blood pressure most of his adult life, his is hereditary, so when we both had it was recommended to buy the cuff system to check ours periodically. I did take deep breaths and calmed myself down thirty points.
I have canceled all medical appointments for this week and postponed the mitigation assessment until after the hurricane leaves...!
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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