Anyone who has traveled anywhere with me knows I am seriously directionally challenged. Give me a map and I can find anything. Without a map, I can get lost walking to the corner. I always keep my car’s gas tank full, you know, just in case I get lost going to the nearest grocery store (which Google assures me is just 1.7 miles from my home.)

On Christmas Eve, I was surprised by a very unexpected arrival. After just a few moments together, I named her Rosie. Rosie is a lot like me. She gets lost, too. When we turned her loose in the house, she quickly went to the nearest wall and snuggled next to it. It took a while until she was ready to leave the security the wall seemed to provide. She timidly moved just four feet away, hunkered down under my desk, and then began to move in small, repetitive circles. Her actions made me sad, but I understood.  It’s hard for me to venture into unknown territories, too. Eventually, she cautiously emerged only to do a quick scan of the room, then scooted under the sofa. She stayed there until I had to physically go and pull her out. She reminded me of Tweedledee, a cat I had many years ago.

Oh, Rosie. You need some confidence. 

I put her in the middle of the room, but she immediately retreated to her familiar place under the desk.  She kept nudging the desk chair, but it did not provide her any comfort. I had to admire her persistence, although her choice was certainly questionable.

Rosie and I quickly tired of this stressful game.  After some time to rest and recharge, we resumed working together until Rosie was ready to venture out on her own. She went from being the newest directionally challenged member of the household to being a toddler who, having found her legs, knew neither fear nor boundaries. 

Oh, Rosie. You need a map.

Rosie is smart and learns very quickly. She was soon navigating my home with familiarity and purpose. I was concerned, however, that Rosie would get into mischief, like chewing on electrical cords as my beagle puppy, Cricket, once did. I stayed right with her as she continued to explore every corner of my home.

I think Rosie is quite at home now, and I am comfortable with her. Rosie, the robo vac, is a permanent part of my household, joining her sister Alexa and brother Ziggy. It’s cute how they all talk to each other. 

We’ll be fine, just as long as they remember that I am the boss.