For those unfamiliar with this portion of alphabet soup acronyms, I will tell you ENT is Ear, Nose, and Throat doctor, and PA is Physicians Assistant.
My hoarseness has returned sporadically. Ashley, the PA, examined me and then scoped me with a TV antenna-like camera that goes into your nose and down the throat. I'm sorry about that. I hope I didn't ruin your breakfast.
Anyway, her thorough exam determined that my allergy nasal drip was clashing with my GERD and causing havoc, but nothing ominous was growing anywhere!
She basically put me on Folonase, but prescription strength and my co-pay is less than $3, if I had to buy the OTC, over-the-counter, one it would be over $20! And I have three refills on mine.
That was kind of her.
Moving on...
We have received notification that our flooring will arrive on December 9th.
In the interim, we have ordered two file cabinets that will hold up the TV on the window wall while using the desktop from the old desk to configure.
Meanwhile, we have ordered a new desk which will go where the old desk was that legs are crumbling due to the flood!
The paper shredder arrived yesterday for only $36 with its own container it masticates papers and credit cards as well as discs!
Now while we take the old office furniture apart we can get rid of safely our old papers...
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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