I was scared of a lot of things when I was a kid (until now, some of them still linger): cockroaches, Sadako (especially during the The Ring hype), not passing my schoolwork on time (because I’m a true blue nerd), heights, centipedes and millipedes, spiders, snakes, rats, dragonflies (almost all insects except butterflies) enclosed slides (that’s when I realized I can be claustrophobic), and dogs. Yes, dogs.
I don’t really know why I fear dogs. The first reason that comes to my head is that I’ve never had a dog as a pet ever in my entire life (until this week) and so I never got the chance to overcome. Then there are the memorable dogs in my life who bothered me and contributed to my fear. The pitbull two cousins of mine used to own was fiercer than any of Lady Gaga’s outfits and would have made a ferocious run for the musician’s meat dress the moment laid eyes on it. I also remember watching an episode in a teleyeserye whose title escapes me. Diether Ocampo was in it, and he was entering a house when suddenly, a huge Labrador knocked him to the ground and bit and beat the hell out of him (and the dog had rabies!). The canine attack was just a fake act, (Diether is vey much alive and strong today, I suppose), but it left a mark on my mind: Dogs are salivating, red-eyed, terrifying creatures. I did not want to have anything to do with canines personally.
The canine world and my world never intersected until my Mom brought up the idea a few months ago of having a puppy in our house (which, to me, was not an ideal place for a dog to live in). o____o I unabashedly objected. I don’t think I can handle having a four-legged puppy and a four-legged cockroach inside my comfort zone at the same time (but between the two, I’d rather take care of the puppy. Someone please rid this world of cockroaches!)
But you know what they say: if the husband is the head of the family, the wife is the neck (my dad never really objected to Mom’s idea, but he did assign full responsibility to her). My brothers were fine with it, so was my grandmother, and most especially my mother. I was up against five people plus God because He made those supposedly cute-looking creatures. However, deep in my heart, I also wanted to overcome my fear. Mom showed us photos of the dog that she bought and it really was cute and small, I deleted files in my head under “DOG ATTACK” and “CANINE BRUTALITY.”
Ecstatic and excited, Mom gathered the family force (except Dad) and conducted an election for our dog’s name (before he arrived). I suggested Peanut and Pudge, but the name that prevailed was Joshua’s suggestion: Po. Until we decided to change it the following day. Dad wanted the dog’s name to have the letter J, so I suggested Jedi. Surprisingly, the whole family agreed! So Jedi it was.
Last Monday, the name finally had a bearer. A four-legged, 2-month old male Shih Tzu was handed to us.
So he wasn’t scary after all. 🙂 And it is indeed cute. I used to have a stuffed toy that looked exactly like Jedi, only it’s lifeless and bathing in ague somewhere in our room. (did I tell you I also don’t like stuffed toys?)
I hope Jedi would live up to his name one day by protecting our family in some way even with his size just like Singer in Nicholas Sparks’s The Guardian. So have I overcome my fear of dogs? Not completely–yet–but I’m getting there. Hopefully Jedi will take it easy on me. Who knows, he may just be my best friend after all. 😉