But I must admit my reasoning is due to my mind being a vast wasteland of muddled ideas and concepts at times!
I am often made to feel better about that above recent discovery when I hear from a bunch of people in my age range that also feel as I do...!
Speaking to oneself in public places, such as in the grocery store down an aisle, my memory of what I am looking for occasionally spills out from my voicebox before I gain control, and the whole place knows my list of items because I repeat them just to remember why I am there, i.e., the grocery store!
But yay I was exonerated for what I thought even for me was odd behavior when the woman behind me whom I overlooked immediately said she did the same thing! And the future I believed this somewhat older and wiser-looking woman made me feel a whole better when that whoosh of commonality washed over me!
Not crazy... just a NORMAL part of aging!
And yes, that was years ago... whenever I start admonishing myself about talking to myself too loudly I think about what that woman said, take a deep breath, and do not allow myself to feel bad about that memory game I use!
As we get older we forget at times as much as we recall, hmm?
Our brains are our tiny computers that sometimes use their cleaning mechanisms!
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 seven 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 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 13-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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