On Sunday morning, at 5am, Thor started to bark and we thought he was just barking at some random noise outside, which he does sometimes. Eventually I got out of bed and walked out of the bedroom. Smoky, smelly and men being noisy in the hallway. I made sure that Jim was awake and then I put on a lot of clothes, got Thor’s travel bag out of the closet, got my passport and greencard and told Jim to get ready in case we had to evacuate the apartment. Jim, who’s always calm in every situation, slowly went to the bathroom and I tried to tell him that I don’t think this is fake. Soon they started to bang on our door. We grabbed Thor and carefully opened the door. A fireman in a mask asked us to stay by the window in our apartment. After a half hour or so, when we understood that they were only cleaning out the last bit of smoke, we left the apartment and took Thor for a walk.
The family and their puppy in the apartment across the hall from us are safe. Their stove had a glitch that they noticed before they went to bed and they were going to ask someone to look at it in the morning. Well, the daughter woke up and saw black smoke in the kitchen. I’m so glad that they noticed it when they did and didn’t have to inhale too much smoke.
Scary. I have been afraid of fires every since I was a little girl. Every night before bedtime as a kid, I planned out my escape if there would be a fire somewhere. Jim is used to me freaking out from even the smallest things related to fire. For example, I refuse to use the oven unless he’s home. But, I’m rather scared of it and mentally prepared for survival situations.
Like I said, my husband is always calm and on Sunday morning I was surprised on how calm I was too. My only job was to make sure that Thor was calm and felt safe. Thor did so good. I want to believe that he understood what was going on. And I’m happy that he woke us up, our little Lassie:)