Since the hurricane damage destroyed all the furniture, we had the wicker plant stand hanging from the rafters in the garage. It is about forty years old or more from NJ. We originally had two white leather recliners and a teal loveseat in here. Now, with only two chairs, it looks a lot larger than it is: 10' X 20'.
...Is our Multi-Purpose room, artist studio, and I use the term loosely, book nook, plant indoor garden, office, and TV room.
We Frankensteined the desk using the top that wasn't damaged by the flood waters; Christopher Lowell from Office Depot had the matching filing cabinet also destroyed by the flood waters.
The farmhouse style is as close as I could get to the seaside look that I had. I even looked for the exact one I had but I guess, he doesn't make that style anymore at least I could not find it. Mine was purchased in 2004! We had to paint the top since it was antique white and the farmhouse one is white.
The two filing cabinets are white metal, and we used the top from the new desk on top of the filing cabinets since we had to use the old top to support the top onto the new desk since the top portion is wider than the new desk. Thankfully, it seems to have all worked out.
Let me introduce you to the crew...
Lastly, moving on to who they are, our 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! 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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