Happy almost Easter to those who celebrate it!
It's funny how Easter and Christmas have children thinking more about presents for Christmas and Peeps, those marshmallows shaped like ducklings, for Easter than the religious components, to me, a not very good Jewish woman, holiday-wise, i.e., make that otherwise too! Sadly, I believe it all began when I did not need to anymore... My mom died when I was thirty-one, and my Dad died when I was 35, and so no one to celebrate those holidays with... my Hubby was born Catholic and he also chose not to celebrate his holidays except when our sons were younger, and then not after that.
Our adult sons, though one is married and the other is in a long-term relationship, have decided not to have children. This means no grandchildren. I asked if it was something I did, and my eldest said no. All their friends' kids were brats, and that appears to be most kids today. And he does believe in zero population growth, especially with Global Climate Change and all other things internationally happening!
To be fair, though, we do have the little Christmas tree that our eldest son's ex-fiance gave us years ago, and my parents' electric Menorah that we symbolically place on the counter yearly, and our Large Seasons Greetings wreath on our front door! We are not heathens, although some might believe that. I would tease that we raised our sons to be HEATHENS!
And sadly, they basically are, okay, non-believers, I guess.
I could be wrong; it isn't a topic of discussion.
Done for today. I was just thinking about how, when I was growing up into a young adult, "the holidays" were family-oriented, and when I was very young, we would spend most of them in the Catskill Mountains of New York state!
Where famous performers got their start, and I loved the extension from my entertainment neighborhood in Paramus, NJ!
Let me introduce you to the crew...
Lastly, moving on to who they are, our crew...
I believe that now he is done with those horrid feelings he was having for five days.
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 Merle. 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. The volunteers had removed me from a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter.Above is my PIC, taken on the birthday I shared with my dad, but dad is much older than I am!!! 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 shelter's 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 ID 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've got it! In order of adoption!
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