Against my better judgment, I recently adopted another dog. If I step back and take a look at things, it is clear that my small home may not have enough space, though living on a farm means there is plenty of room to play outside, safely. Adding a third dog means that my other two dogs have to adjust to sharing their space, their toys, and my attention. Because I believe in ‘adopt don’t shop,’ the new addition will have a fairly unknown history and could be unpredictable.

In spite of all that, when a little dog’s face showed up on the social media page of my local shelter, I couldn’t resist. He’s older and was found as a stray. He came from Miami, Florida and was shipped north when they emptied their shelters to make room for hurricane dogs. He’s small, frightened, and has intense separation anxiety. He’s lovely, and I love him. Even my two other dogs are happy to have him around.