... helps to remember when I write or say it out LOUD! HA!
Sadly or rightfully so.
Tiger dams are what we have to protect our home before Punta Gorda thought of it...! Just click on one brand and it explains how it works below that...
Somehow, I feel safer knowing an entire city is doing what we had planned to do and bought enough for our whole home this past winter!
Hubby had checked it out then and purchased them at that time... I bet they'll be going up in price now that Punta Gorda has validated the system!
He has twelve and twenty-four-footers to protect our home where the water leached into the casing, flooding the last two times...PS the sandbags with plastic sheeting did nothing to help, and they were placed around the home last two times with Helene and Milton!
He has enough for those areas with protection that are not built with block, like the garage and front door, second bath, and sunroom; the rest of the house is all built with block, and not the cause of the flooding.
Lastly, let's move on to who we are, our crew...
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.
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!
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