“Reggie the Egyptian Rescue Dog” : Reggie is Attacked! (A Children’s Story)

Dillie and I miss Karim. Dillie has seen his dog friends die and go to the world beyond but I have not seen many and Karim was a fellow street dog who went through suffering and trauma and finally ended up in a happy home and then he just died. This is so unfair!

I have come to accept his death and not ruminate about it but deep in my soul there remains hurt. I don’t eat much. I sleep behind the sofa instead in my comfy bed. I am not that interested in walks or greeting my dog friends.

Bob asks me one miserable gloomy and damp winter day if I want to go for a walk. Normally I would spring into action and wag up a storm with my tail but this time Bob just attaches my harness and leash and off we go. I am not in the mood but perhaps Bob wants some company and fresh air so I trot behind him. Dillie remains at home as yesterday we went for a super long walk at the golf course and the exercise and damp weather caused the arthritis in his leg to flare up so he does not join us on the walk.

We walk in a slightly different neighbourhood. As we pass by a house Bob and I hear some ferocious barking of a Shepherd behind a short fence. That causes me to shiver because the last time I heard such a hateful bark was when I was attacked in Cairo by that Rottenwhiler dog that ripped my leg up. There is another dog with the crazy Shepherd that is barking but he is goofy and friendly.

Bob tells me to hurry up so we can get away from that crazy Sheppard so we pick up our pace and twenty steps later there is an enormous vicious Shepherd with its mouth open ready to bite my behind. Bob pulls me away just before that salivating monster’s jaws would have sunk into my flesh. Bob starts kicking the Shepherd saying to him to get away. He kicks and kicks. I am ready to defend Bob and will die if I have to so I am trying to lunge at the Shepherd’s throat to rip it out but Bob keeps me back. The Shepherd squeals and runs off. Bob is furious but in a few minutes we are both shaking.  Bob tells me he has always been afraid of German Shepherds. Bob knows of my attack in Cairo so strokes my head telling me everything is OK. We both have a shaky walk home and Fay is stunned and says a lot of angry words only adults can use. Bob takes the car and gets the address of the house where the Shepherd jumped the fence. Dillie and I want to go teach that bad Shepherd a lesson and if Karim was here he wouldn’t stand a chance against us three dogs. You don’t mess with Egyptian street dogs and a West Highland Terrier!

Bob phones animal control of Toronto and they promise to investigate. When Bob, Dillie and I go out for our walks we tell the attack story to other owners and we hear that this nasty dog has attacked 7 other dogs some of which had to go to the animal hospital to get well. We get the address and name of the dog by talking to these owners. We report to animal control about this dog called Layloo and they say the owner denies anything ever happened. But animal control knows of the record of this dog so they order a muzzle be worn by the dog in public. But even with the muzzle on we hear he has attacked Wally our friend two doors down and taken a hunk out of his back. Bob says Layloo should be “put down” and if he had a gun he would kill Layloo. He is very angry. But Bob is so brave defending me! I say a prayer to Allah thanking Bob was with me when the attack happened.

But sleeping is becoming harder for me as I keep reliving the attack. It was terrifying but at the same time I would do anything to protect Bob. I am quick and a quick lunge at Layloo’s throat might have silenced that very bad dog. I am small but a good fighter. Bob and I watched a documentary on a Filipino boxer Manny Pacquiao and he was a small but powerful champion fighter.  Shepherds may be big and mean but I think they are stupid and slow. I admire Bob for defending me and honoured that ageing Dillie said we should go and teach the Shepherd a lesson. West Highland Terriers may be cute but they are courageous Scottish dogs. I think both Dillie and I would fight to the end to protect Bob and Fay. Do you hear that Layloo? I said Layloo did you hear that!

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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