Dogs, Dogs, and more dogs!!

Well, I'm here in China.  About time, huh?

My first morning here proved rather eventful, and me rather an idiot.  The apartment is nice.  I have a king sized bed and a real shower (good pressure and hot).  There are also some heat lamps and a vent in the bathroom.  I decided to turn on all the lights at once and blew a fuse in the entire apartment.  I searched the apartment for a fuse box but no luck.  I put on my flip flops and search the hallway.  Still nothing.  I then decide to check around the apartment building.  I lock my door in search for a fuse box of sorts.  I still can't find anything.  I texted the principal of my school Nancy for help.  She said to check the closet in the apartment, and it should be there.  Wonderful.  I go to unlock my door, but can't.  I try over and over, lifting the handle as hard as I can when it sounds unlocked and nothing.  Two separate people by the elevator watch me struggle, smile, but no help.  By this time, I text Nancy again, and she's on her way to help.  Ugh.  I can't believe I've managed to do this all in 10 minutes.  Frustrated at myself I decide to step outside for a moment, only for one of the grounds people to shoot a giant snot rocket and then point at my flip flops and laugh.  Yeah, she just shot her boogers across the lawn, but I'm weird for wearing flip flops...Gross!!  Needless to say, Nancy got me into my apartment.  It seems every time I lifted the handle of my door, I relocked it...over and over again.

Later that day, the landlord was coming over to fix a couple things that were broken.  Also, a teacher, Cecelia was going to come over and show me around.  I receive a knock on my door hoping it was Cecelia, but it was the landlord and his son.  The kid was about 9 and had this big stuffed animal with him.  After a minute the stuffed animal moved.  It was a dog.  One of the cutest dogs I've ever seen.  Another man showed up as well, who I believe was the maintenance man.  After a minute of looking over my apartment the two men leave to get some parts, leaving this kid and dog in my apartment for about 20 minutes.  The kid was holding the poor dog by the arms and swinging it around.  After he dropped the dog for the second time, I ask if I can hold him.  This is the time Cecelia finally comes by, looking at me with confusion, when a child opened my door and I have this dog in my hands.  All she could say is "Are these yours??".  Haha, nope not mine.

On Friday, I was to go to the school and meet Tracy to take me to the police station to register myself in the city.  She was so sweet, and brought me coffee and breakfast.  I had already had some fruit, but she said it was bread, so I figured I'd try it.  It was bread alright.  Good brioche looking roll, with one strange thing.  It had a hot dog inside it.  This was breakfast??  I ate it...and it was good.

The next day I couldn't stop thinking about the hot dog bread.  It was so good, where do I get more?  I head to the bakery across the street and find a small package of "pigs in a blanket".  Woo Hoo!!

Yesterday, an American, Joshua took me shopping.  I mentioned my new found love of the Hot Dog Bread.  He gave me a weird look and proceeded to tell me he would never eat that, and if I ate it everyday, I would probably die.  Sad day for me and the hot dog!!

This is the view from my apartment.  I'm right next to Long Island, which is a river.  I'm on the 14th floor.  I'll take better pictures when it's sunny out, but that hasn't happened yet.