Yesterday was another lost day as far as writing goes... forgetting to write is happening way too frequently, and the reason is unknown to me.
The only excuse I can make is that the concussion is still working my brain gaps, and for that, I am sorry to say.
I also have a dilemma with the anti-coagulant due to it causing dripping bleeding when I least expect it, and I do not know what I should do except bandage the drip... like leaks in a building I am plugging.
The anti-coagulant is for my clot(s) in my leg that I must take for three months minimum.
Let's try something new today, a topic other than my trials and tribulations...okay?
The world and our place in it?
Our viewpoints from our backgrounds of beliefs can be very different and rightfully so, and respect is why we should be diligent in understanding those differences.
Common sense gets in the way with anger at times, frustrating the reasoning that we should believe one way or another, right?
Take a breath and calm down, and try to make room for others' ideas, no matter how crazy that may seem to you!
And realize they have their right to think the way they do, too! Although not like you.
Move on to other topics of commonality and then find what works?
Who knows what might happen? You may go back to the sticking points and resolve those, too?
Just an idea to try and make this crazy world work!
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! So, in my mind, I said, 'Okay!'
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 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, but if I didn't, it was okay. 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, for shots, neutering, and putting in the microchip ID 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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