all things new

Disclosure: Not all things are new.  Yet.

We, my fiance and I, decided to get a new dog.  A month before we move in together.  And he’s living with me and going to work with me.  His name is Spike, and he seems to be a chihuahua terrier mix.  He has a great personality.  My cats aren’t exactly happy, but I’m making it work.  [I did almost have a breakdown when I couldn’t get them to eat for nearly two days–I’d put their food on the table so the dog couldn’t get it, but they wouldn’t touch it.  So I have it in the bedroom, which is blocked off from the dog, and they started eating again.  I suspect they wanted their food on the floor, where it ‘belongs.’]

I’ll tell you this.  I maybe need to pay a bit more attention to my anxiety levels when I’m making big decisions, such as to get a new pet that I have to train on my own for a month.  Especially when it’s a month away from moving.

My packing for said move has more or less stalled, but I’m sure I’ll get back to it this week and weekend.  I mean, I don’t have much choice if I’m moving in a little more than three weeks, right?

Wedding planning is mostly on hold until after the move.  And I think we’ve finally decided to not worry about house hunting until at least after the wedding.  It’s just too much otherwise.

Deep breaths.