Away we go on Wednesday!

 

Today marks the third day. I remembered, today, and it's Tuesday!

Just kidding, it is WEDNESDAY!

Hump DAY, the middle of the week, and when we get halfway over the five days that make up the actual week, so the hump of the week, mid-week, not the weekend.

It coulda shoulda have been a hump-a-day too, but sadly it just contains one special day, itself.

Today, I will finally get my test results for the three-month-long heart testing...

Starting with an echocardiogram, stress test, halter monitor for a week, and lastly CAT scan CT cardiac with and without dye. All to get a cardiac okay for a colonoscopy!

I have been bleeding on and off since Mother's Day and lost all this weight down to the low eighties, whether I eat a lot or not. And I do eat a lot; up to bedtime some nights! 

Oddly enough, the next morning I am at 82 lbs.!

This morning was a little bit different. I had dropped from 87 down to 84, still had been eating till bedtime.

Heading back to 82!

Wrong direction, two doctors and I believe ten more pounds are what should be, 92 or 93 would be what I should be.

My BMI today is at:

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Your BMI is 15.9 Recalculate

Underweight

less than 18.5

Normal

18.5 to 24.9

Pre-Obesity

25 to 29.9

Obesity

30 or greater

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Let me introduce you to the crew...

Lastly, let's move on to who we are, our crew...

3 months, and now 7!

Aussie, say Good day!

I am Aussie, not from Australia, but American-made. 

I will comply because it's fun and say' Good day! '

'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 my parents adopted me. The volunteers had removed me from a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter.The picture above was taken on the birthday I shared with my dad, but my dad is much older than I am. I was the first to be adopted, on February 16, 2018, on Dad's brother's birthday.

No tail/tale publishing, circa 2018.

Get it? I was born without a tail, which is preferable for all Australian Shepherds; only one out of five are born that way!

                           

   "What a diva!"

Hello. I am Bella. In the picture above, I am a Maltese Yorkie, so I am called a Morkie. I might be eleven years old. We are all rescues, so no one knows our ages for sure. I am the middle child, so I am what you would expect, with all those idiosyncrasies accompanying that! Being the only girl has its rewards as well as its difficulties. 
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 August 18, 2018, 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 10-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 officer had been called and came out to see if I had a microchip ID with her machine. 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!