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.
Evening time is the time after our afternoon nap. Dillie stands by his bowl at exactly 4:30 p.m. waiting for his chicken kibble. Oh what a happy time of the day. Food in a shiny bowl I don’t have the beg or fight for like in the streets of Cairo! And that Canadian water is so sweet and clean! I have only been with Bob and Fay for a few days and I am treated like a pharaoh himself! In a way I feel the stress of simply having to survive from day to day is slowly melting away. I feel like a happy dog like I did with my master Anwar who was arrested for writing articles against the government and then executed and I found myself in the street. No easy task as I am only 18 pounds and small. So I had to be very clever to outsmart the big dogs which worked well until I was bitten by that Rottenwhiler dog trying to take dinner from his bowl.
After our dinner it is playtime with Bob and Fay. Dillie the Westie, Bob and Fay’s 13-year-old West Highland Terrier, has taught me how to play tug of war with an old towel. Humans playing with their dogs is new to me but I think Anwar played games with me but often I am so sad he is no longer with me I try and forget those days as it hurts me so badly.
There is also fetch with a tennis ball. Bob takes me and Dillie out to the park where he can throw the ball. Bob tells me that Dillie used to be a rocket and played until he was so tired he could not run anymore but now is a bit creaky and limps and can only take a few runs at the ball. I am just about two and I have so much energy but I told you I was a smart dog on the streets of Cairo and I am smart here too! So I ask Dillie if I can run after the ball while he rests and he says yes and that I should have fun! I really like Dillie so I must show him deference as a matter of the respect he deserves and not make him jealous.
Dillie is a bit creaky and has a slight limp. This happens to older dogs and it will happen to me so I have to show how much I care about my new friend by making sure I do not embarrass him in front of Bob and Fay. I always let him go first and never growl at him but I don’t have to do that as he is so good and accepting of me. In fact in my evening prayers to Allah he leaves the room to give me privacy. Dillie does not know who Allah is but he is wise enough to know I pray to Allah and that he matters to me. The street dogs in Cairo laughed at me for my praying saying if Allah cared about dogs animal control would not try to shoot or poison us. But somehow my prayers brought me to Canada so I know that Allah loves me.
After play time we go back with Bob and I go upstairs with Fay as she always watches the BBC World news every night just like Anwar did. But she watches ABC news after that. So my English is getting very good! After news there is a movie usually and a big treat for me is watching old Lassie movies, watching Lady and the Tramp. I feel like Tramp! There are so many movies with dogs on television as soon as I hear a bark on the television I race to it to see and hear dogs.
Bob spends the evening writing. In fact he has written books before and he told me one evening he is writing a book about me! Who could be interested in a scrappy 18-pound dog from the dirty mean streets of Cairo? Bob must be joking with me. Sometimes I become frightened that the army will take away Bob in the middle of the night like they did to Anwar. But this is not Egypt but Canada so I pray each night to Allah for the safety of Bob and Fay.
Before Dillie and I go to bed we get a walk with Bob in the summer evening. We meet other dogs and Bob often talks to their owners and we dogs, if we like each other, wag our tails and sniff each other. Dillie pees a lot and he tells me he is marking his territory. He can’t explain what that means but says his brain makes him do it. I think he means instinct. I begin to understand it as something wants to make me pee and mark my territory. And if we poop Bob picks it up in a green bag. These Canadians are so clean and polite! We get home and we both head to our beds. Although I think of Anwar each night I feel so safe here I rarely cry and whimper. There is so much love for me here in Canada but in Cairo it was mostly hate except for a few kind souls that gave me food and water and spoke to me softly. I pray to Allah each night thanking those people. My prayers to Allah are of gratitude. I see BBC news clips of angry people in Cairo and those wanting to use the name of Allah in many countries to do bad things. I think they are called terrorists.