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Published on Tuesday, 11 November 2008 21:15
Written by Mark Sautter
I first met Kita through the woman who would later become my wife. Karine and I met when she joined the staff at the company where I was employed. After she had found a series of improbable excuses not to go out with me, I finally resorted to guilt and manipulation. In other words, I got a “pity-date.” We had agreed to meet at Starbucks in Boca Raton, Florida. Unfortunately, there are at least 3,000 Starbucks’ in Boca Raton, Florida. Following a little confusion, in which Karine became very irritated, we finally met at her parents’ restaurant. It was April 22, 2005, two days before my 37th birthday.
Approximately a week after our fateful dinner, she invited me to her apartment to meet her children, Bruce and Megan, and her dog, Kita. Before I arrived at her place, Karine warned me that her kids were “spirited.” Of course, the translation for this is: “Completely nuts with an uncommonly violent reaction to sugar.” She also warned me that Kita, who was a very large dog, didn’t really care for men.
I arrived at her development and eagerly knocked upon her door. I was very nervous about meeting her children. I would later learn that I should have been terrified but, that is an entirely different story. My apprehension, however, was overshadowed by the anticipation I felt about spending time with the woman of whom I had grown quite fond. In addition, I was going to get to spend time with a dog! Bonus! This is something I hadn’t been able to do since I had left Wisconsin over two years earlier. I had never heard of the Akita breed prior to meeting Karine, but I felt very confident about meeting her “Big Dog.” I had grown up with a small herd of Golden Retrievers. So, I knew “Big Dogs.” No problem. I would win this dog’s love and affection in the first five minutes. So, brimming with the confidence of the woefully uninformed, I strode to the door. I soon learned that all of the time that I had spent with the congenial goof-balls, none of whom possessed a shred of dignity when it came to begging for food or affection, did nothing to prepare me for the 100+ pounds of bristling hatred that greeted my first knock.
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