Speaking My Mind: It was the cops!

They, the police officers did everything other than guns blazing trying to get her attention to open her door apparently! Bright lights were used and lotsa of noise in those wee hours of the morning! In her own words, so I wouldn't be accused of not explaining it correctly......"You don't know what happened? Let me tell you then. You had NJ State Troopers, who had to travel 35 miles, bang on my door shining bright lights into my house while it was still dark. I told them you were a troubled individual who had threatened this before. They have your name and phone number and told me if it happens again I should file a complaint, and you will be charged with harassment. Just so you know "what happened"

I gave them my name and phone number before they were to check on her and to let me know how she was. PS The state troopers only handle her area I called her local police department but they are the ones who turned it over to them!!!

The problem still is WHY DIDN'T SHE WANT TO TALK TO ME!!!??? Yes, I had when she lived alone and my friend Sue just had dropped dead when we had be texting Hubby's idea being a retired deputy, checking on a friend or relative's wellbeing! But not like that!!!

What I thought would be a knock on her front door to check on her wellbeing became a TV show-style shutdown of a presumed crime boss explained to me by her??? And she was as mad as hell, rightfully so!

I told them she was an elderly person like myself in her seventies and had not answered her texts or phone for the last few days and I was concerned, basically that was it!

What the hell???

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!