new dog, new tricks

I am still reeling. I'm excited, happy, exhausted and scared. Michelle and I adopted a dog this weekend from a farm in the middle of nowhere. I'm serious. I'm from Alabama and I've been on farms and in the country but nothing like this. We drove an hour into nowhere. All I saw where gravel roads and cornfields. We never got lost really. I missed one turn because I wasn't sure how to read the sign. But in the end it worked out.

We've had Adia (we call her Dia) for two long and exhilarating days. I keep thinking, "I don't know if I'm cut out for this." She's 8 weeks old and chews anything she can. We're working with her on it. She has lots of fun and varied toys to chew on instead but she needs to smell and taste everything. She has a great disposition though and I think with time we'll move past the "puppy" behavior. We start training classes in 2 weeks which will help a lot. It will benefit Michelle and I more, probably. We need to know what to do and what not to do. We need to practice and watch her with other dogs, other people. She's met a ton of people and dogs already. And been pretty good with them.

I mean look at her, how could she not be great?
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So Cute!

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Chewing on something appropriate.

The cat openly dislikes Adia. Adia is scared of the cat. It reminds of Garfield and Odie in some ways. Still, I hope the cat warms up to the dog eventually. So far she's hissed and ignored her. I guess I'm optimistic to think they might coexist peacefully one day, but I do hope so.

Today was the first day of classes for the new semester and I have to say it's surreal. Right now I feel like I will never get dissertation chapters finished. I'm a full week behind on writing. The checklist of things I need to do is overwhelming I feel like crawling in Adia's crate and never coming out. But it would be crowded and I'd get hungry eventually. I never was good at running away. I tried when I was like 4 or 5 and I kept returning with my wagon to get more stuff I couldn't live without. Eventually, I decided that living in the laundry room outside was not going to cut it and besides all the good toys and books were on shelves too high to reach. I love that my parents let me try, though.