This morning I did make WAFFLES!!!
The tradition has been maintained!
The fur kids get an egg, besides the usual fare they share every Sunday! No waffles for them, of course.
Lately, they have gotten a taste for Mandarin oranges, so I give them each a section from mine when I have one, which is frequently.
The sections are small enough that I feel we are not overdoing it! And when it comes down to it, it is only two or rarely three times a day!
They have been frozen veggie lovers for years, as well as Cheerios every morning, besides their usual kibbles and Milk Bone treats. Greenies for their teeth.
They all became overweight when we stopped taking them out with us during and after COVID. They are now back to their healthy weight by just feeding them less due to their not exercising as much. (According to the vet)
Our yard is a quarter acre, but sectioned off, and the canal area they are not allowed near due to the red and green algae tides that pollute the waters and could harm them. So they stay in our pool area and none have ever been in the pool or want to go in, just as well!
They have room around the travel trailer and the barn shed that are in their area to take care of their business. In this heat, in the afternoons, they do not stay out too long anyway.
TMI? Again.
Okay, TTYT?
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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