Love at first sight

The sliding doors opened, and his eyes were the first thing I noticed, deep and brown (gosh how am I a sucker for brown eyes)… he immediately noticed me, and his face lit up… As he looked back at me, making eye contact, smiling back… I knew my life would never be the same… This is not the usual “guy meets girl” story, it’s better, and still unwritten…

Five days ago, we adopted a puppy from “The Humane Society”, he’s about 10 weeks old, his name is Rambo, and he is perfect. He does have deep brown eyes that are aware of everything, and he learns fast, he’s the cutest thing I ever did see.. And I’m not just saying this because every mom says that about their child (fury or otherwise), in my case it’s true…
It has been a fun learning experience so far, mainly for my husband since Rambo is his first pup. I, on the other hand, have had my fair share of pets (mainly dogs and cats)…

The first night-

Our trip back home was surreal, were we ready for this? (I still don’t believe it sometimes) and yet, it was too late to go back, the paper work had been filled, signed, and the trunk held more evidence that the little creature on my lap (fuzzy little paws, big-round-warm tummy) was real, that we had actually just pledged to devote our care and love to this tiny-energized-adorable puppy… It was rather amusing watching my husband, I could tell his heart had just melted and he too, was in love (or rather all the biochemical reactions required to fall in love, had taken place)…  After feeding Rambo, and taking him out for a walk (I figured I would give him a break the first night, before starting the diligent and strict training required to have a well behaved dog/child)… we put him to bed… and we did not sleep at all… jajajaja  As it’s natural, any one would be scared if you are in one crate surrounded by your kind one night, and on a small bed in a bathroom (regardless of how plush the bed is, or that there is a night light with you) the next… Desperate, at 2 a.m. I made the mistake of going to see him, but I am happy to say that it has not affected  his training…

It’s a learning process for all of us-

I have been focusing on potty training mainly, I am a neat freak after all, and as much as I love my Rambo, I don’t want my house smelling like doggy waste…. Surprisingly my husband has as much fun as I do, and we happen to be on the same page as far as how to train him, and his feeding schedule goes… I am the “bad guy” since I’m not afraid to be more stern with him, but at least he doesn’t pamper him after I reprimand him..
Five days have passed, and I cannot stop hugging him, pampering him, or simply looking at him… He has just filled my heart, and without even knowing about it, he has helped me both emotionally and mentally…

Thinking back at how he ended up with us, it would seem as if he was meant to be ours… My husband had found a stray dog, just two days prior to when Rambo came to us, Fabio, as he had intended to name him, pay no attention to us what so ever… An old, calm, and good dog seemed to be about 7 or 8 years old.. He was just not the dog for us, but rather, he seems to have been intended for one of my husband’s employee’s family.. And so Fabio found his home… That’s when we decided to “just look” at what dog  pounds had on their lists… and we found Rambo…

Only four days have passed since we got him, and he has already have such a huge and positive impact on me..  I take advantage of the full day (I use to sleep in), I wake up at 6:30 (7 am the latest) take Rambo out for a walk (both of us still sort of sleepy) come back, feed him, and either do house choirs, or work on my lectures for class, I want to incorporate yoga into my morning routine, and eventually jogging… I no longer come back to an empty house, nor are my days lonely.. Rambo truly makes a difference… I am excited for all the beautiful memories he will give us.. The best is yet to come…

 

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Cultural differences in a single dinner-Just to vent a little

Last night, only three months after moving into our new home, my in-laws came for dinner… And having them react in a negative way towards my Rambo was rather infuriating, I constantly had to remind myself that we, indeed, come from different worlds…
I come from a background where dogs, and/or other pets, are not just pets, more often than not, they become family… In the western world, somehow, it seems to be the norm… But across the Atlantic, and into the far eastern countries (particularly Muslim countries) owning a dog is more of a black and white argument, where they are considered dirty and should not be allowed inside a home…
As a new Muslim, I must say, I disagree and I’m highly disappointed in the religion, how can such a pure creature, capable of true-loyal-unconditional love, be deemed unfit as a human companion… Yes, they do shed, slobber, and they (for some reason) love to play on the dirt.. But don’t tiny humans do the same, perhaps a little less shedding and a bit more slobbering, but they are still dirty, loud, noisy, and carry/spread germs every where they go… Nonetheless,  if you teach them otherwise, and care for them, they will modify their negative traits..

Listening to comments such as, “you should make room for him outside, in the store room”, just as a clarification that store room is tiny space-dusty-dark room we keep some tools and left over material from our kitchen renovation…  Or “don’t waste your time on this, you should think about real babies”.. I had to bite my tongue with all my might, and try not to let such comments get to me… As the good Muslim I aspire to be, anger should not control me.. But if, according to many “hadiths” out there, I have a dog inside my home, then I am not really being a good Muslim because they make me dirty and then I can’t pray to Allah… Well, damn, I guess I’ll go to hell after all.. But, at least, I’ll have my Rambo to keep me company, as he so kindly does…

My rant would be extremely unfair, if I don’t mention that I highly doubt my  in-laws meant to be rude,  or do any harm, as I previously said, we have cultural differences.. Naturally, to them, it is abnormal of me to have a dog live in my house, and to overwhelm him with affection..  I should, also mention, dinner was not a total unpleasant experience, my husband got to spend sometime with his parents, and I know that made him happy.. We got to cook together, him and me, and that is just another precious memory I add to my “I can’t believe we are actually married” mental category.. I do treasure every minute I spend with him.. And why would I be so selfish, and be angry with the people that raised such an amazing man, that is not only my best friend, but my husband as well?  Besides, they are generous, and they love me too… Just so I don’t make them seem like heartless monsters, I should also share here, that my father in law, filled our fridge with food… and my mother in law gave me $100 (jajaja I felt like a kid again, getting money from a relative, behind my parent’s back) all because they came to our home to an official “first dinner”…
In retrospect, I may have just been a protective mother.. In truth I am blessed with good people in my life, and a little angel by my side now… Understanding and accepting differences, is key for self growth and improvement… and one should  not judge others, particularly if they have different believes/thoughts than our own…

 

Family adventures

I can hardly remember the last time the five of us were out and about.. It has been a long tradition to venture out into the wilderness, back in Ecuador, it was rather fun… A group of 12 cousins, always had a way of stretching the imagination and travel from the mountains of the family’s “proprietà”, into a far away world of exotic wonder… From climbing  through the tall vegetation fighting the enemy, to swimming in the cold water of clear rivers with mermaids, and finally going back to the house, where reality awaited with  warm supper, our fictional world waiting for us just outside the door…
Over ten years have passed since we left our home land…  In this foreign country, my family and I have tried to reestablish our tradition, but with the lack of scenery and all the mixed schedules, our little escapades died over the years..
Today is our first outing in quite a few years.. Our destination, 1 acre of land my dad bought… All five of us cramped up in a small car… Its a true wonder how small kids are, how did we ever fit comfortably in the back seat…
Its been over an hour and we have not yet gotten there, surrounded by land, trees, and horses every so often.. I’m starting to think we are lost… I must admit, however, that it’s nice…
Now in the middle of nowhere we’ll start to explore the start of a new traditons for future generations… And here we go…

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