So life in Texas can be summed up with three words: hot, dry and busy.
I’ve started school, have been working full time as a receptionist (a position I have a newfound respect for), and I am volunteering for the local domestic violence shelter. There are times where I feel like I’m completely in over my head and then there are times where I feel on top of the world.
Jackson has been adapting to Texas quite well. I think he feels like a bigger dog here. The complex we live in has a ton of dogs living in it and he’s made a lot of little (and some really big) friends.
It probably helps his ego that all the windows are his height.