Adapting to Change

We have a new dog.  His name is Alfie.  We adopted him three months ago, shortly before his 7th birthday. We were told he was a Havanese.  If you are not familiar with this breed, just think “cute little white fuzzball”.

Of course I had him DNA-tested, because that’s just the kind of person I am.  We learned that he is only 50% Havanese, and 25% Maltese.  (If you are not familiar with that breed, you can once again think “cute little white fuzzball”.)  The other 25% of his genetic makeup is not clear.

Alfie on his 7th birthday

The first time we added a dog to our family four years ago, I wrote how my routine had changed as a result (see Time is a Zero Sum Game.)   Sadly, our beloved Taffy passed away earlier this year (Love, Loss, and Organizing).  While circumstances prevented us from adding a new four-legged family member for six long months, we knew that a new pet was in our future.

Surprisingly, six months was long enough for me to readapt to not having a dog.  I got out of the routine of incorporating dog-walking time into my schedule before I left for an appointment.  As a result, I am often late.

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