A week with Oona

It’s been a week since Oona became my new room mate. Cute pictures and a flawless reputation conquered my doubts about sharing my personal space with a stranger and made me eager to welcome her in my home.  They say women born under Taurus sign make a good host and I tried my best to live up to it. Oona arrived late Friday evening and I can tell you that at the end of week-end, I was a total mess. You see, Oona is a very special creature and demands approrpriate care. The characters in my newest fantastic short story, “The Magician” were left wondering in a desert villa while I  made sure that Oona was  properly fed, that her thirst was quenched, that she slept well. I also had to teach her the house rules: keep the carpets clean, cut off loud noise after 10 p.m., enjoy some privacy.

By Monday morning, when I was almost convinced that we were a mismatch and would never be able to live under the same roof, Oona finally understood the terms of our cohabitation  and complied. She even learned me how to play together a famous game, she says – “throw and catch”. We enjoyed together the warm autumn  sun, had a ride in my car and watched “Trancendence” ( and we fell asleep).  I took her to the doctor – for a health check and to the hair dresser – it was time for a new look.

Oona likes to play – all women do, but mostly, she enjoys taking naps on my lap. Because she is just a two month old Yorkshire Terrier puppy.