Everyday Adventures in Havachon Heaven

The Good, Crazy, & Adorable Life of One Havachon Puppy

Buds ‘n’ Blooms

Ah, spring. New life. Growth. Beauty.

This is my wordless salute to the regenerative glory of life. 🙂 Happy Friday everyone!





















Daisy and the Predictability of Life

I hate routine. I’m not a routine-oriented person. When I worked in the corporate world, the thing I hated most (besides the politics) was the strict routine of going to the same place at the same time every single day, and doing generally the same things with the same people.

Do what you will, I know EXACTLY how things work around here!

Up at 6. Out by 7. In by 8:30. Break at 10:15. Lunch at noon. Break at 2:30. Leave at 4:30. Home at 6.

And then do it all again the next day and the next, month after month, year after year. It’s just not for me.

I know lots of people feel a sense of stability and security with a daily regimen like that, but not me. I get stir crazy.

Once I resigned from the corporate world, I felt f-r-e-e. As a freelance journalist (notice the word “free” in there LOL), I make my own hours and write about different things all the time. Every person I interview for articles is different, every client is unique, and researching diverse topics opens up new worlds for me.

I love it.

Daisy, on the other hand, is a creature of habit. And even though I do everything possible not to fall into any routines (including changing the order in which I do everyday tasks just so I won’t get bored), she’s shown me that certain things are completely predictable, no matter how much I don’t want them to be.

I know what you'll do even before you do!

When I first come out of the bathroom in the morning, there’s Daisy sitting outside the bathroom door waiting for me. (I gotta say I love that! Nothing brightens up a morning like a cute little face waiting for you at an ungodly hour.) She trots ahead of me and stands by the computer, knowing that the first thing I’m going to do is boot it up. Then she grabs her blanket for the inevitable trip down the hallway to chat with DD while she gets ready for work.

As soon as I walk out of there, she trots on down the hallway and plops herself on her blanket next to the computer chair, knowing full well that’s where I’m heading. I hate being that predictable! Once DD comes in, she knows we’ll see her off at the door and watch her drive away.

As I close the front door, Daisy either parks herself once again by the computer or jumps onto the sofa where she can see me at the computer. As soon as I stand up, she trots to the bathroom door and waits, knowing I’ll be getting into the shower.

See what I mean? Predictable.

I guess it’s unavoidable. I may do small everyday tasks in different order to try to trick my brain into believing that there are no routines in my world, but Daisy has shown me that I’m only fooling myself. ::sigh::

Maybe someday I’ll rock her world by showering first, moving the computer into a different room, and having DD leave through a different door. I wonder if her whole day would be off-kilter…. 🙂


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