Its been 2 months and six days since we arrived in Chicago and I am still getting used to it. Boxes still decorate the living room but little by little our new home seems to be taking shape.
Our boy is doing great in school. I know the name of some streets in Chicago and it amazer me every time Abraham takes a shortcut through Northbrook or Glenview.
And Mafaldo, our English Bulldog, has been making some interesting friendships. And I use the term “friendships” because I honestly don’t know how else to describe this as it is my first time encountering bunnies, racoons and skunks in my backyard. (First time with a backyard).
Our very cute little backyard is not fenced in. The backyards around us are not fenced in either so you get the feeling you are standing in the middle of a forest.
And then there’s this really cute bunny. A tiny little thing that stands right in the middle of our backyard and waits. And waits. That bunny. does. not. move. Mafaldo goes crazy through the window barking at it and that bunny sits still.
The other day Mafaldo stood in front of the back door, scratched it, asking to be let out. I did not think about it much and opened it.
I forgot about the bunny.
I was in my old sleveless bata de dormir (so thin from ten years of lava y pon).
It was cold.
Abraham was traveling.
Ariel was watching t.v.
The bunny was waiting for us. Mafaldo got close to him, so close that he could almost touch it and then the bunny hopped away.
Mafaldo ran, and ran, and ran.
He ran faster than my screams traveled. And I called out his name once, twice, three times. I saw him run into our neighbor’s backyard.
I stood in our little backyard, barefoot, cold, breathing in that 50 degree weather. My thoughts faster than any reaction were already playing a movie in my head – he was lost, someone ran him over, a skunk sprayed him, a coyote attacked him, a bear ate him. Would he come back? Who would find him? Would he find his way back?
But before I could even find answers he was back. Ran past me and into the known warmth of the house while the bunny went back to its post, smack in the middle of the backyard, waiting for his dog friend to play.
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