three weeks.

When I first sat down to write, I intended to start this entry with "It's hard to believe that tomorrow marks three weeks of Sadie being a part of our lives." But, as I sat here and thought about that statement, as well as the past three weeks, I decided that might not be completely true. At all.

I can believe it's been three weeks. It's been a loooong three weeks of spot treating/cleaning the living room carpet nonstop, night after night of interrupted sleep, cats being tormented and chased, items not nailed down being stolen and chewed (including my iPhone), and a constant battle of wills.

Do I regret bringing her into our home? Not even a little. I know she is going to make for a wonderful companion and protector for our family once we get her trained and grown up a bit. Will my sanity last long enough to reach that point? I'm not sure.

I'm kidding. (I hope.)

She's passed out on the living room floor as I write this, sprawled and snoring; completely exhausted from her puppy obedience class earlier this evening. When I get up in a bit to refill my water glass, she'll follow and resettle on the kitchen floor, ready to sleep on the cool (and definitely less comfortable) wood flooring just because it means staying close to me. I'll come back in here to sit down and she'll return to curl up at my feet. It's probably just the Shepherd in her -- trying to herd, but I like to think that maybe it's because she's a little attached to me.

Because I know I am attached to her. The past weeks haven't really been all that fun, but the longer she's here, the more I find that I love having her around.