My status quo is the same. As we age, things happen to our abilities to heal, other things not at all, and others take time, more than they used to. That is why my hand is taking longer: age.
Sadly, Hubby will not get better, but his chemo meds will help him maintain his current status.
Moving on...
Interestingly, Mr. T, AKA Orange-faced pres.is lying in projections that he ran on... all his mistakes that Americans can now see how rotten this presidency has already become with HIS economy faltering terribly! Tariffs on our allies and enemies, too!
Anger people we counted on and kissing up to his buddy Putin, WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR STARTING THE WAR WITH UKRAINE. Making the president of the Ukraine look ridiculous when he assumed wrongfully-so who started the war... he said Ukraine when it was RUSSIA!
So many things make me think he was comatose during the last few years, for his information about the world is skewed!
Where was he?
And does he know that he works for the American people?
He is running this country into the ground in less than a month!
He has 47 more months to go. What will happen to all of us?
Will he know our rights?
So far, he is taking most away!
The ability for people to be who they truly are.
So many other things Americans took as given rights were passed by laws or in our country's Constitution!
Fear on his striping our right as a nation away!
What will we do about this?
My ability to fight is evaporating due to my priority of Hubby. Please say as I pass the guantlet of willingness to remember where we came from...you will take it willingly and not let our country be destroyed!
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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