Reggie the Egyptian Rescue Dog: “Reggie on Probation!”

Here I was after two glorious weeks with Bob, Fay and their West Highland Terrier Dillie. I wake up every morning and say my prayers to Allah and I thank him for taking care of me and I express my gratitude for being alive. Dillie is puzzled by this as Fay and Bob raised and trained him since he was a pup. I think he has an attitude of taking his life and all its comforts for granted. He still is my best dog friend and it is not his fault he has lived with what humans call a “silver spoon in his mouth”. But my life was like his until my master Anwar was arrested and executed for writing articles critical of the Egyptian government and the “silver spoon” was yanked out my mouth as I was tossed into the mean streets of Cairo. But through this adversity and tough time I learnt just how lucky I am to be alive every day.

Little did I know while I was staying with Bob and Fay I was on probation. From the BBC documentaries I have seen probation is where a criminal is released from jail and stays out of jail if the criminal remains on good behaviour. I heard Fay say to Bob after my first week with them that I was on probation. But I am Reggie the Egyptian Rescue Dog and not a criminal! How can I be on probation? Is there some mistake?

Once I regained control of my racing mind I heard more.

Firstly I had to have a good temperament agreeable to Fay, Bob and Dillie. Despite my stupid mistake of nipping Bob on my first day all three of us are getting along wonderfully.

Secondly I had to get along with other humans and dogs. Although most humans mistreated me in Cairo and made me suspicious of them the staff at the animal hospital, the policeman that picked me after that big dog bit me and took me to the animal hospital and people that fed me scraps and gave me water showed me that some Egyptians cared about dogs. In Canada I quickly realized that most humans were kind-hearted and loved dogs so I began to trust them. As for other dogs I like smaller dogs like me and they like me. But as for big dogs like the Rottenwhiler that bit me in Cairo when I tried to take food from his bowl when I see a big dog I get frightened and angry at the same time and growl and lunge out but Bob or Fay hold me back and reassure me I am safe. Bob and Fay look at me and say that they will not let a big bad dog bite me. This makes me feel safe but the same things happen each time I see a big dog that looks like a Rottenwhiler. Does this mean I have broken my probation?

Bob says to me shortly after my two weeks with them that he must take me to an animal hospital to get a wellness check from a person called a vet. I think vets took care of me at the animal hospital in Cairo. Fay and Bob want to make sure they have a healthy dog and not a sick one with health problems. I don’t think this will be hard for me as the Canadian adoption agency made sure I had all sorts of sharp needles full of medicine before I came to Canada. Yes I was covered in fleas and had a few sores on me and an infected eye which were taken care of in Cairo. They also made me give blood for seeing if I had any “tropical diseases”.  So the fact I made it to Canada proves I am well doesn’t it?

Bob gives me a bath which I love and he brushes me quickly looking for fleas of which he cannot find. Then off we all go to the animal hospital. I am very nervous as if my health is bad will I be thrown off the period called probation.

Dillie the West Highland Terrier tells me they are very nice at the animal hospital and Bob gives him liver treats even if he farts after eating them. So we park the car and enter the animal hospital where a Dr. Furby gives me a through examination after scanning my medical records the adoption agency gave Fay and Bob. He says I am “fit as a fiddle”. I have no idea what that means but as Fay and Bob are smiling I think it is good news. Fay and Bob cook Dillie and I the most delicious meal I have eaten with rice and ground beef and cooked sweet potato.  Bob says this is a party for a dog who has found his forever home. I am not a howler but I give a big howl of happiness and thank Allah for his goodness. I never ever thought in my heart I would find a forever home.

Reggie The Egyptian Street Dog is the luckiest dog in the world!

Published by Robert K Stephen (CSW)

Robert K Stephen writes about food and drink, travel, and lifestyle issues. He is one of the few non-national writers to be certified as a wine specialist by the Society of Wine Educators, in Washington, DC. Robert was the first associate member of the Wine Writers’ Circle of Canada. He also holds a Mindfulness Certification from the University of Leiden and the University of Toronto. Be it Spanish cured meat, dried fruit, BBQ, or recycled bamboo place mats, Robert endeavours to escape the mundane, which is why he has established this publication. His motto is, "Have Story, Will Write."

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