On a friend

One of the most intriguing personalities I have met is of one of my best buddies. Meet my "Friend".

"I agree to a very large extent that she has Acute KYUTEHness Syndrome."

Personality of a... dog? Why not? Even today, some still classify Human Psychology as a pseudo-science. Everything is based on assumptions and observations. Just like how a through understanding of a mere individual is practically impossible, why can't we apply the similar principle to other kinds of psychology?

Well, up in the surface, my Friend's one active lady. Out of three doggies in the residence, she's always the first one to bite off threatening presences. Despite being small and having a somewhat delicate health, she is stubbornly tomboy. She dares to break some of her gender's norms, even her own twin brother is somewhat afraid of her.

In the other hand, though, she's actually kinda shy, I might say. She prefers any kind of spaces' corners to sit on or lie down. By the age of 2 she already had 8-10 spots serving as her hiding dens and always instinctively fast to find a new one. Her past times are spent relaxing in those corners, instead of patrolling the house like her twin. Her particular favorite spot is the small spot just beside a low rise window facing the courtyard, with a sofa and a curtain hiding her from unobservant people. For a cooler spot, though, she often hides in the corner of my room instead, beneath my bed. So much that after I left, she often find herself locked in my room several times.

To people that she is bonded with, she is not one who would not stick to those individuals all the time. Sure, she's pretty playful, but she also treasures our quiet times. Bug her a bit and she'd be amused, but bug her too much and she'd run away, annoyed. She rather sit nearby and quietly, perhaps with some light strokes loved by her species. 

Sometimes, even I could be careless and that could hurt her unintentionally, like that one time when I tried to trim her claws. In such time she would feel disdains, and being an honest animal she is, she wouldn't think twice to show it. Aside from her reluctance to accept treatment, she'd shy away from me by hiding in the most unreachable corner she could think of - the inside of her cardboard home - whenever she saw me for about.... one week or so, despite me apologizing profusely and her willingness to forgive me - shown by an affectionate light lick after coming out from her box for a brief moment. Only after five days or so that she could finally get over it.

She developed a phobia to nail-trimmer, though. 

My mom said that she actually misses me during my absent, often coming over to my room only to look around and left shortly after and when my mom told her I was about to come home, she'd be suddenly obedient during her grooming. She greeted me ecstatically too, but would be fast to ignore me as well and we would return to our previous routines of comfortable long silences and short interactions. I consent to it, assuming this is simply another trait we shared; the feeling of contentment, the opinion that excessive reactions are unnecessary - we are comfortable with the way we spent our time together. Well, I trust her to be as comfortable as me in sharing our time that way, I believe in our mutual understandings and I don't want to bother her too much just as I wouldn't want her to distract me constantly when I'm not feeling like it. Heck, even my own mind could be annoyingly invading at times, lest other beings. 

Although sometimes I feel like intruding upon her naps, but from the way she behaves as a private thing, I have to hold myself back at times. She's not a toy existing solely to entertain me - she's a living being, a friend dear to me. I've been assuming so much in deducing her personality, so assuming that she'd be happy if her relaxing rest was disturbed is simply too much, I think. At the same time, when we really need companion we wouldn't mind bothering each other. She has this habit of scratching my door and literally jumping on me at some ungodly hours as if she was just having some nightmares and in need of some companions, ....and vice versa. At similar hours, sometimes I visit her cardboard box in my sleepless nights and she would come out willingly, despite her (=.=) expression. 

Thinking it over, maybe I really think that her personality is complex to that extent, or maybe it's just me fantasizing it to be so, but who knows? And the wondrous thing is that, if a small puppy's behaviours and traits could be that intriguing, how far can a human's, with all those maze of interactions, limitless imaginations and multiple dimensions of a mind, go?