If you read my blogs, you’re probably aware of the fate of both ‘American’ animals. After loosing two to the maw of this culture I decided it just wasn’t in me to do it again. Falling in love with a little guy only to see it hurt because of you- that’s rough. Really rough. And combined with all the rough things that have happened lately I just decided that another dog was a no-go, at least as long as I live in Zhanatas.
Today, I didn’t have any morning classes, and I was doing the usual morning water collect routine (those of you that don’t have running water 24/7 know what I mean), when there was a knock at my door.
When I opened it a small gang of children from my apartment building swarmed in, their ages about 5 to 14. They jostled and bumped against one another in my hallway, the cold from outside rolling off of them in sharp contrast to the warmth of my apartment.
The oldest one, Bakitjan solemnly spoke.
“Miss Laura, we know you have been sad. We want to help you. We came to help you. We know you miss your dogs.”
He then called out ‘Nauryz’ and my front door pushed open again. In Nayurz’s arms was the fluffiest, tiniest darn puppy I’d ever seen. A cross between an ewok and a lamb.
Iooo, half dog-half sheep
“It’s for you.”
I know, I know. I go to India next week.
But what did you expect me to say?
Of course I took her.
