But the sell-offs were just delayed! (The damage will be displayed as soon as the international and national markets open!)
What, as usual, was he thinking???
He keeps saying the situation is just temporary and will improve.
As many have said, when I see that, then I will believe it!
Moving on...
Today, I have two doctor's appointments: this morning, for a hearing test at my ENT's office, and a dental appointment this afternoon, replacing a filling in a cracked molar tooth, that has been that way for over a year. I finally gave in, since I had two dentists' opinions on the same tooth. The issue is that dental insurance is the only insurance I don't have, and it will be a few hundred to fix this tooth, not to mention other work I need for over 4K! In the long run, it would be more advantageous for me to use my no-interest CareCredit, and so, eventually, that is what I will 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 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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