My last assignment for the semester is done and I can do other things with my brain again! In celebration, let me tell you about the new animal we're living with here.



This is Ella, who is a 2 year old corgi crossbreed of some kind. She came from the humane society in Moose Jaw, and has been in love with us since the day we picked her up about a week and a half ago. The feeling is mutual.

She follows us around almost anytime we move around the apartment. When we're sitting still, she wants to lie down against us and snuggle. She's pretty low energy and chill most of the time, and while that's not the kind of dog I've wanted most of my life, she really is perfect for me right now. I can get dog cuddles basically any time I want them. She definitely fits an emotional support animal role for me.

Rufus had an unhappy tummy last night. He was hiccuping and making those noises that cause pet-caretakers to think about moving their charges to a tile floor. He ended up spitting up on the floor, on the couch, and on our pants. We kept thinking he was done, and then, oops. At least he's so small he can't make *that* big a mess. I feel like it must be a little like taking care of a baby; simultaneously feeling both a sympathetic desire to comfort him and make him feel better and a frustrated annoyance at having to clean yet another spot with doggy-ick.

He slept in his crate last night because I really didn't want to wake up to a mess on me or the bed and he seems to be fine this morning. That's a relief!