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But not that one.
That scene was definitely not what I had imagined.
Camila was lying on the hallway floor. On top of her, a Siberian husky wagged his tail and licked her face, clearly trying to get her to play.
Meanwhile, Camila was crying and screaming for help.
I needed a few seconds to get my heart rate back to normal after the scare she gave me. Only then could I react appropriately — I went to rescue her from Apollo’s grasp.
Naturally, laughing as I did so.
“Get off, boy, Camila doesn’t want to play with you,” I said as I pulled him away.
My dog seemed to understand and backed off, sitting next to me, curiously watching the woman who remained on the floor.
“You’re safe now, Camila. You can get up.”
She opened her eyes and sat up, scooting back a little as if trying to put more distance between herself and Apollo.
“Your dog attacked me!” she screamed, hysterical.
“Apollo wouldn’t hurt a fly. He just wanted to play with you.”
She didn’t answer, and I figured she was replaying what happened in her mind and realizing she hadn’t even gotten a single bite from the dog.
I approached her and extended my hand to help her up. She accepted it and, as soon as she was on her feet, took a step back again, startled. I looked at Apollo and saw that the reason for her reaction was that, even sitting, he had started wagging his tail again.
“Are you sure he’s not going to bite me?” she whimpered.
“I can guarantee he won’t.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because I’ve known Apollo since he was a puppy. I trust him one hundred percent. He’s incapable of hurting anyone. Just like I’m sure you’d say your cat couldn’t kill someone.”
She didn’t answer right away, and that already worried me a little. It got worse when she finally said something, “Don’t be so sure. I wouldn’t say that about Waffle. I think he’s very capable of killing someone if he wanted to.”
I made a mental note to keep a close eye on that feline whenever I was around.
“We’ll talk about your cat later. Come on, let’s have breakfast.”
“I’m too scared to go downstairs with him around. Can’t you hold him?”
“What do you mean, hold him?”
“Carry him in your arms.”
“Camila, he’s a Siberian husky. He weighs nearly seventy pounds.”
“I weigh more than that and you managed to carry me here, didn’t you? Stop being dramatic!”
I sighed, thinking this was all a huge exaggeration. But in the end, I gave in, lifting the giant dog in my arms. Apollo rested his front paws on my shoulders as I carried him down the stairs like a child. I noticed that, walking beside me, Camila still eyed him warily, but at some point, she smiled. I think she was beginning to let herself be charmed by Apollo.
And I had already been completely charmed by her.
*****
It was interesting to watch that friendship begin to form. While she ate her breakfast, Camila still eyed Apollo with suspicion. But soon she made a comment about him being a beautiful dog. Then, she asked if he could eat a piece of toast, and when I said yes, she threw it far so he could fetch it—probably to make surehe wouldn’t accidentally bite her hand when taking the treat.
