We have a dog, Luba. I do think a dog best fits our life. Luba has 36 acres to run about in, she has chickens to smell, a baby to paw at, owners who let her curl up with them in bed, and a warm couch to sleep all night on. Luba though, is in her ungrateful teenage years. She sighs, rolls her eyes, destroys the order I try to keep, and punctuates her day with moody fits of despair. But she, and her roller-coaster of emotions do fit our life best right now, she adds her own spark of imbalance to the day; teaching me again and again that order is not always essential.