Percy, my nine-month-old Papillon puppy, refused to walk the other afternoon. Even to see his friend Tosha, who tends the courtyard bar.

The wind was loud, the building unfamiliar since we changed suites, and he tried to pull me back to our old rooms.

He was anxious, afraid, and seeking reassurance that everything was still okay.

Tonight, he’s asleep with his head on my foot.

We all look for something familiar when everything changes.