And what came of yesterday's blog was that a cousin was interested in my thirty-pound fold-up electric wheelchair! Not too expensive but more manageable for my Hubby.
So I will share it with you'all too! https://a.co/d/gvY3YlR
Maybe they will hire me to hawk their incredible product. Nah.
The other one, an electric wheelchair, is a Medicare paid-for one, very expensive, that at 300 lb., even with a manual ramp, is quite difficult for Hubby to manage with all his cancer diagnosis! He loses his ability to do anything very quickly, so unlike him. The only reason I go with him to his appointments is because I am his second set of ears, like he is mine. And, of course, there is that "love each other" thing, which we do.
Still in the process of neatening and putting away items in the kitchen. The new pots and pans came yesterday. They are magnetic and are from Amazon, which makes them perfect for the new induction range. That was several hundreds of dollars cheaper due to it being a President's Day Sale at Home Depot, days after, until Feb. 26th.
My reason for getting that type of range is mostly due to our age and my physical disabilities. They shut down heat-wise very quickly and cook very quickly too, saving energy. The controller is in the front, so no reaching over possible hot burners!
So, safety is of the utmost concern. Recently, in the news, there were stories of children and pets accidently turning them on and causing fires, but they do have a lock, and it only works when you use it! Duh!
Hopefully, we will remember that since our Australian Shepherd has recently begun to cabinet/table surf!
The sunroom is totally back to normal, and by the end of today, hopefully, the guestroom will be too!
Unless we go to the art and food festival at Lashley Park in Punta Gorda from eleven to five today!
Hubby is happy with his fifty-pound scooter that allows him to not wear himself out and be involved with what is going on locally!
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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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