Aussie is the topic for today...

 

Aussie is an adopted pup, now a dog of seven years. He was adopted from a rescue on 2/16/18 when he was a three-month-old. He had all his baby's shots and had been neutered at 2 and a half months old! He had been removed from a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with the rest of his litter.

We have had the joy of raising him ever since.

He is a beautiful color of Red Merl with one blue eye and the other brown and blue split, he is tailless. As it says below, he was born that way.

We have never ever given him or gotten him a professional haircut, that is until... YESTERDAY!  

While bathing him yesterday I kept telling him he was going to see Kayla, the groomer and he should kiss her like he does me... Well, I did not say anything to Hubby but when he came out with Aussie all done beautifully I asked any problems? He said Kayla said Aussie kept kissing her and she loved that! Hmm, who says animals don't listen??? WHOA, and WOW!                             

                             

                                                              BEFORE

                                                            AFTER

Bella had to check him out! He looks thinner, last year he was put on a diet that worked. Same food but just less! He lost about ten pounds! He looks marvelous, I think!

We had them all in for their yearly shots just a couple of weeks ago and even though clean, Aussie's mats were detectable, and concerning to me. *So I asked the veterinarian if she thought Aussie needed a haircut. She said yes and Hubby asked her how much should be cut off, and she suggested 4 F is the depth and size of the trimmer... and our groomer knew that so that is what she used. Now Aussie will join the Littles periodically with the groomer, as need be for a haircut. For the first time and matted terribly, since my arthritic hands could not do it anymore...she kindly charged us only ten dollars more than one of the Littles, so Hubby gave her a very nice tip!

Bella is 10.5 lbs. Morkie, Maltese Yorkie

Chance is 17.8 lbs. Bichon Frise

Aussie is 55 lbs. Australian Sheperd

* Hubby has been against Aussie having a haircut all these years... that is why I asked the vet and he got the answer from her.

Let me 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!