Yesterday, we did go to the Home and Garden Show at the convention center...

 

It was a good idea, except for one thing. Anyway, we saw many cabinet and countertop companies and found people who all have websites where we can look at them at our leisure and contact them when we are ready to make those decisions.

The one thing that caused the problem was Hubby's exhaustion, due mostly to his five rounds of radiation all week. I was in my motorized wheelchair but Hubby was just using a cane. My chair is so heavy even with Hubby using the manual ramp driving it up and down at three hundred plus pounds it's a job and a half.

And when you are going through cancer as he is I feel bad about that... and so when we came home we looked on Amazon for two lightweight mobility aids.

For Hubby a lightweight scooter of all of fifty pounds and for me a lightweight smaller motorized wheelchair of thirty pounds used by Olympians! (approved by airlines, not that we will be flying anywhere with three fur babies!)

Now I could sell my BIG Chair if not donate it? But will keep it for a few months to make sure this is going to work.

We ordered the two. They are considerably less money than my one BIG Chair by thousands of dollars that Medicare paid for, but they only pay for that kind... I have had this one for nearly three years and the previous one for six... they feel you get five years out of them.

With all my falls in the house, the walker doesn't cut it anymore, even my neurologist is worried about me. The last one caused me to need staples in my skull!  The balance issue has three to four possible causes three medicines I need to take have dizziness as a side effect and of course so does Multiple sclerosis!

The BIG chair did not fit through our 1958 doorways too complicated to enlarge due to electrical outlets/light switches but the new chair is considerably narrower less than 24" in width, 23.6" to be exact it should be easy to get through with its good turning radius.

So that is that... they will be coming at the end of this month.

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! 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. 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!