It’s getting hot in here. The three of us go to sleep with the fan on, window open and barely have a blanket on the whole night, and still we wake up sweating. And after having breakfast we decide it’s too hot to do anything reasonable or productive, so we just go back to sleep. Sieastas make a whole lot of sense in hot countries, trust me! It’s after 6pm that there’s any point in going out and living a life. Even Oscar will barely stick his nose outside the cool, air-conditioned apartment before the day has passed its hottest hour. Thank God for a smart dog!
He really is a reasonable puppy, though. I’ve been observing him rather closely these past days that I’ve had him, and he’s surprisingly humanlike even in all of his dog-ness. The first couple days when I took him out for a walk, he’d refuse to get out of our apartment, and once we came back from our walk he’d refuse to go back inside our the building. He’s very much afraid of entering open, unfamiliar doors. He doesn’t know what’ll wait for him inside, and he’s still not absolutely sure if he trusts me enough to follow me through all ways in life.
Whenever faced with these open doors he’ll sit down and refuse to move. He’ll fold his ears back and take a good look around his surroundings to decided whether it’s safe to enter or not. With a little encouragement and coaxing he’ll get up slowly and walk with careful steps inside. The first time when we came back from the pound I had to carry him all four flights of stairs because he was SOOOooo afraid. And it’s not like he’s a little chihuahua you can just pick up with one hand and carry upstairs without effort. I got a little workout that day …
But aren’t we all a little afraid of open, unknown doors in our lives? I have no idea what life will bring me the next few months or so. I’m facing a whole lot of responsibility getting this puppy out of the country. And I have no idea what’ll face me when I get back to Finland. I need an apartment, I need a job, I need to get back on track with my studies. There are big gaps everywhere in my life, and I need to plunge into them with a whole lot of energy to figure things out.
And yet those open doors somehow always seem to turn out good. Today I Skyped with my mom, and she informed me about an apartment that might be available right after I get back from the US. And I also have a vet appointment for Wednesday to see what documents Oscar needs to do a little traveling (boy is he going to be a cosmopolitan pup!).
As I’ve found out this far: Life always wins (in matters of all size).