Here's what happened when Vanessa, a content writer at Wamiz, adopted Loki and her mother's unexpected reaction:
“My mum doesn’t want dogs at home, and neither does my grandfather. What will I do with Loki when I go to Asturias?” This was the question I asked myself when I decided to adopt Loki, a beautiful Sheltie puppy who looks like an adorable fox.
Here is my account of my very first experience of bringing a dog into my mum’s home.
The apprehension builds
I couldn’t stop picturing my mother sternly telling me that Loki wouldn’t be allowed in the bedrooms, wouldn’t be permitted to play in the living room, and certainly not on the rugs (see the photo below).
Before I boarded the plane from Paris to Asturias with my dog and my boyfriend, she made it clear: Loki would spend all day on the balcony and in the kitchen. She wasn’t open to any discussion.
Scared to death (I won’t deny it), I hoped my adorable puppy would soften my mother’s and grandad’s hearts and, in fact, the rest of the family’s hearts too.
So much love for Loki
I grew up in a small town, and my mother and I knew almost everyone. Well, of course, she has been running the family restaurant for over 35 years, so it wasn’t difficult to get to know all the villagers.
She had made it very clear: Loki was just a dog, not her grandson, and he would not enter the house, let alone the restaurant. But surprise, surprise, she completely fell in love with him.
“Loki was the best thing that happened to me this summer,” she declared excitedly, holding the puppy in her arms in front of dozens of diners at her restaurant.
From the moment Loki approached my mum at the airport, something changed between them. Even on our way home, she immediately asked if she could hold him on her lap.
Loki took some time to warm up to his Asturian family, as he had never met them before, but within a few hours, he had won over the entire household, especially my mother and grandfather.
Day by day, Loki became more comfortable, and we often caught him lying between my mum and grandad’s legs. Of course, there was a reason for this, they both had a habit of dropping food for him to nibble on!
Now, every time I speak to my mum or grandad on the phone, Loki licks the screen, just as he used to lick them when he was with them. He even searches around the house for them.
Unfortunately, we are far from each other, but we are already counting the days until we return to my mum’s house, where Loki is the king.
