I have been cleaning out the sunroom of our mess from the kitchen cabinets and drawers! The rest of the mess is spread out on the bed in the guest room!
It's taking so long because we realized we had to toss many items away, and Hubby asked me to clean out my potter's bench that fell apart. Fortunately, I only have one door and one drawer in that! It is, sadly, not repairable or salvageable. So that is okay!
It fell apart around the same time I lost my ability to work outside in the heat. (Due to the MS, Multiple sclerosis is getting the better of me.) We do have a brand new ceiling fan in the covered patio. That works fine for sitting, but with our temperatures and humidity at times, nothing helps when moving around.
I used to love doing that sort of stuff, which gives you tangible evidence of accomplishments.
These days, I just want to get it done, so everything looks cohesive again.
The fur babies do not like things not where they are used to either.
We're getting slowly to the home stretch!
We're also asked for prices on other things needing to be done by the fellows that were here. We liked how they did the cabinets, and they can do other things as well.
We need so many things to be done, and sadly, Hubby cannot do what he used to do.
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 had 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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