Oddly enough, I am a hypocrite.
Unfortunately, of the few who braved telling me their truths I had profusely disagreed with one and unfriended him. He infuriated me so much that I felt it was all I could do, not wanting to say how I felt about his commentary!
So it seems I do not have thick enough skin to hear them out and accept their right to also give their opinion... although mine is based on factual information...
Like with one of my Republican cousins who defended Trump, oops, I feel that vomit coming up again... anywho, with his interpretation of the Constitution!
I do not recall the exact wordage at the time, but what I heard was not correct, and I went back and checked it and found interpretation is not usually wiggly when it comes to such documents!
Now, if you want me to go speechless for a few days... the interesting thing to do would be to take apart some of my most recent statements with your knowledge of how they are in your reality!
The challenge is sent!
Let's make this interesting!
*The one-second cousin I did it to, is the very well-educated son of one of my older cousins who although a Republican I did love and respect and he had passed away before the incident happened.
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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