Hello. Let me introduce myself. My name is Reggie and I am the luckiest and happiest dog in the world. Please read my story and find out why I am saying this.
So you remember how I arrived In Canada from Cairo in Egypt. A big Rottenwhiler attacked me when I tried to steal the food in his bowl. That big guard dog ripped my leg open and I remember losing much blood and I understand a policeman picked me up and carried me an animal hospital where they sewed up my leg and saved my life.
Although I believe I have the ancient blood of the Pharaohs in me I also believe in a God called Allah. Anwar, my late master, prayed to Allah every day and I remember some of the words of his prayers. These words were kind and loving so I think Allah must be a great and loving God. But I will say I am angry this Allah did not protect Anwar from execution by the Egyptian government because he wrote newspaper articles critical of the government and they executed him because of that. I am also angry at Allah for letting that big guard dog attack and hurt me. All this confused me but I think that Allah works in many ways we don’t understand. If all these terrible things never happened I would never have ended up safe in Canada with people who have loved and cared for me. I pray to Allah each night and thank him for his graces. I think he may be so great and loving he has looked out for my well-being.
After biting Bob I felt so very ashamed. Although I may be grateful to Allah I have so much anger and confusion in me for what has happened in my life being thankful and angry at the same time make me confused. I relive Anwar’s arrest, me being thrown into the tough streets of Cairo and that horrible big dog attacking me I wake up in a panic some nights not knowing where I am or what I should do. I whimper and cry and Dillie, Bob and Fay’s West Highland Terrier, comes over and nuzzles me and tells me he will protect me. Bob comes downstairs hearing me cry and picks me up and gives me a gentle rock and a kiss on the head speaking calmly to me saying I will be OK and he and Fay will do everything they can to make me safe. Then suddenly I realize where I am and I stop crying and shaking. Bob then puts Dillie and I out in the dark backyard and we do our business. The sound of the crickets soothes me but Dillie reminds me to beware of the skunks! What are skunks? After coming back in Dillie and I go back to sleep. On the nights I feel scared Dillie lets me crawl into his bed and his snoring makes me feel sleepy and very safe.
Dillie is around 13 so his bladder is not as strong as mine and he barks early in the morning to go pee or as Bob says “widdle”. So we go out together and pee and then my favourite way to start the morning is to get carried up with Dillie to Fay and Bob’s bed where I can sleep beside Bob and Fay and of course with Dillie. Nothing can hurt me not even the bad dreams I have. I feel safe and loved which is important for all dogs!
Bob and Fay are retired lawyers and do not have to get up and leave the house to go to work so we can sleep in. When we all wake up both Dillie and I have a bowl of chicken kibble and a big drink of that cold and clean Canadian water I love so much. A delicious breakfast given to me, one which I do not have to go hunting for! Lucky me!
Bob has tea just like Anwar did! He reads big books. He tells me he is reading “Bleak House”” by Charles Dickens. Anwar used to read Dickens too! He loved Oliver Twist and we saw the film together several times. I always used to shiver when I saw that big bad dog Bill Sykes had. He then does something called yoga and meditates after that. Fay watches some political show called “The View” with women talking politics.
Bob then takes Dillie and I for a walk around the block and we meet dogs and their owners. Everyone asks how Reggie the Egyptian Rescue Dog is. I get many pats on the head and I sniff the other dogs trying my best not to growl and bark at the big dogs that trigger the bad memories I have of the dog attack I suffered.
Bob and Fay have their lunch and Dillie and I usually get a treat. I love bagels and chunks of feta cheese and so does Dillie. After our lunch we go for a big walk at parks and ravines. At Sherwood Park, where I met Bob and Fay when I was staying with Anthony and Susan, there is an “off leash trail” which Dillie can wander through without his leash but Fay and Bob keep me on my leash. I hear them talking saying they can’t trust me to go off leash yet.
After our walk we go home and of course Dillie and I have lots of that cold clean water and after we have a long nap we are so tired. I am so tired I have no bad dreams. But we wake up and there is dinner to look forward to!