Oops! I had a leg issue! On a Saturday that was yesterday!

 

For some weird reason, I thought today Sunday was Monday!

The problems all stem back to my Baclofen pump being mixed up with my medication. So yesterday I tried contacting my neuro doc for my Baclofen pills and on Saturday of course her office is closed then I tried my 90-day medication pharmacy to see if I still had a prescription for Baclofen with them and they said it was with my local pharmacy but not since 2022! But I called them anyway to ask if they would contact my doctor and they said I had to do it since it was so long ago! 

Meanwhile, I was icing my legs the whole time with eight ice packs! I knew I could not get to her, on a Saturday so I called the hospital to see if they had Baclofen and they did. 

Then I got this brilliant idea. I had some somewhere in the linen closet or on the upper shelf in the kitchen where we sometimes keep medication we no longer use! The linen closet did have an ancient bottle from 2018! I was concerned about taking it and got another brilliant idea to call "Poison Control" to ask them if the Baclofen was still alright, Courtney in their office said it was safe to take but may not be as strong. So I did that! 

After I took it I got drowsy yesterday, fell asleep, and felt better when I awoke,

Then this morning my legs started twisting on me again so I took another written dose of two 10 mg. pills the dose on the bottle said two pills three times a day. So I felt it was okay to take it again since the other one was yesterday! But I fell asleep again this morning and did not remember what day it was which is why I did not remember to write this blog until just now! I was fifty pounds heavier when it was originally prescribed maybe at 91 pounds the old prescribed dose of two pills was too strong for the smaller me? If I need it again, which my legs are telling me now I will try one ten-milligram pill and see if I have a lesser reaction?

Weird!

TTYT? Okay?

Allow me to introduce you to the crew...

Lastly, moving on to who they are, our crew...

3 months, and ... now 7!

   

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 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.

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 eleven 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 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!