The dogs are all adopted rescues. The black one (Seabiscuit) acts more like a cat than a dog. The big one is Ruffian and is the son of sleddogs. The grey schnauzer is Snickers and is my best friend. He feels more like an expensive teddy bear than a dog.
A guy from Anchorage is also staying here but I don't see him much. They thought it would be good for me to stay with people my age so I can get to know more people in the area. Knowing people here makes or breaks you: if you know people and build strong relationships you have a chance of retaining your sanity and surviving. Everyone helps everyone. If you don't get to know people, you are le screwed.
I can't really say anything bad about him because he made me coffee yesterday morning and last night made me dinner (see "Thanks for All the Fish").
Last night I took the hounds for a walk around the neighborhood, and honestly having to take care of dogs is making the transition a million times better. I hung around for a little bit and then someone who works next door to me picked me up and brought me to one of the softball games. A lot of people my age play softball in a local league, so it was a good place to meet some people.
The view from behind the softball fields |
Today I need to get some stuff done in the office, then I need to go do some things around town for my project. I'm also going to try and stop by my supervisors house to borrow a pair of boots so I can go walking through the tundra. The tundra is very wet and swampy so you need tall boots and lots of bug dope.
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