Everything I write about Hubby has his verbal permission... I'm just saying.
And much I write is very personal, about myself as well.
Some or most may notice I do not write about our sons... that was a deal I had with them since I started writing this way back then. They are private people, and I do respect that if asked (or told), from anyone.
As anyone that reads this drivel daily or even periodically!
I say drivel because it is a classic form of bad writing with, occasionally, rotten topics.
Mostly, what happens here never stays here! I do share!
Gosh, that's what a BLOG is all about! (The sharing part, not the bad writing part) Most of the blogs out there in the nether-land are written quite well, so well that I am definitely jealous of others' incredible ability.
I joined this branch of the fifth estate back in June of 2008.
The definition below of the fifth estate is for non-journalism fanciers!
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fifth_Estate
I foolishly thought that was NOT an enticement to read the definition...
It's times like these I wish I had an automatic counter that reported to just me those totals! ( Or any.)
(1) That is all I got for today, so stay smart, bold, and curious, and I hope to see you all tomorrow...I need a sign-off. What do you think, really?
(2)Don't let me dumb you down...?
Pick one of the two suggestions here.
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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