Yes, it’s true. Some dogs don’t say, ‘Ruff!’. They say, ‘Guff!’. At least this is what my granddaughter tells me. You see, in Russia many of the animals speak a different language. Horses say, ‘ Eeeeee- yaaaaa’. Pigs say, ‘Khru-Khru’. And the infernal cat remains committed to, ‘Meow-meow’ (no imagination at all).
I am learning a lot from this beautiful little sprite who has entered our world. She marched out of the airport and straight into my heart. Oh, I know it sounds trite and just what you would have expected a grandmother to say. It’s just that I’ve waited so long and as I sat at tea with her today I kept reminding myself that it was really true….that she was really here in my kitchen, with ME!
I love to hear her chatter on in Russian and I chuckle as she speaks s-l-o-w-l-y and LOUDLY to me when I don’t understand. I love to hear the English words already creeping into her vocabulary— ‘Babushka (grandmother), come on!’—as she beckons me to play with her. I find I cannot resist her smile, her dimple, her completely glorious perfection! And as we danced around the living room this evening, I struggled to hold back tears. She would never understand; I could not explain in Russian. So we held hands, we laughed, we twirled—- a very happy Babushka and this beautiful gift of a girl….this little fairy.
Sofya’s taught me a lot in our first week together. I’ve learned that not all dogs speak the same language, and that four year old fairies are just as wonderful as I always thought they would be. I do believe in fairies! I do! I do!