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Oddly enough my eyes are still bloodshot, irritated, blurry, and sticky.
Only the power of suggestion?
Moving on...
Today is a free day, with no medical appointments, and so Hubby is determined to put the desk together today. Pictures will then be coming, what the heck I will send a couple now! The new desk waiting for the old top with bookcase included, needed to be painted white, it was antique white, ie the top. The new desk from Wayfair.
Below are the two white metal filing cabinets with the new desktop on... we had to go with a bit of thinking out of the box due to a five-inch difference in size between the two desktops, and therefore the china closet-like topper wouldn't fit on the new desktop! So we switched the tops! That is the old top on it now.
The new desk's top is on the DIY desk/tv stand filing cabinets, and in the cubby below is our new shredder machine that even makes mincemeat out of old credit cards! It was a little over forty dollars on Amazon, our old one was destroyed in the floods of 2024!
Remind me to let you know where I got the filing cabinets when I look it up... darn I have forgotten. I think also at Wayfair.
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. I was 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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