Hubby's Day!

 

So, a BIG 75th Birthday to the man I love! (One of them, anyway! Oh, come on, we have two sons!)

Number One Son will be here very soon, while the younger son is wherever he is on Sundays...! ( Sorry that was mean-spirited...although by now I would have thought he would have gotten over whatever caused his estrangement is still unclear.)

Anywho not a day to discuss this although it's always on our minds...!

I shouldn't have brought it up... shame on me!

On this day of celebration of a special day that was not necessarily going to happen with Hubby's dire diagnosis on July 1, 2023. That was the day I was told he had stage four bladder cancer with if lucky six months to live! ( And my birthday.)

Thankfully that diagnosis was not true!

But he did/does still have prostrate cancer and had lung cancer and skin cancer... the two courses of Chemo by mistake, and then 33 radiations 5 were for his lung cancer 28 for the prostate caused, and Mohs surgery for the skin cancer and he is currently in remission but on two heavy-duty cancer drugs for life XTANDI and Orgovyx.....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Sorry, I got sidetracked with the combo Thanksgiving B'day celebratory food preps!

TTYT?

Now Hubby is older than me, again!

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 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.

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, I am a Maltese Yorkie and 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. 
My previous family turned me in, stating that I misbehaved 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!