“Reggie The Egyptian Rescue Dog” :The Second Liberation of Reggie!

My first liberation was brought by a Toronto rescue organization called Snookies Rescue Society in Toronto liberating me from the bad streets of Cairo into the happier and more loving streets of Hog Town which I know now is the nickname for Toronto. Yes as a dog I love pea meal bacon!

I wake up in a cage in a dark room that stinks of vodka and cigarettes and dirt. Living with Fay, Bob and Dillie the smell of dirt is something I can only recall from Cairo. But the dirt in this room smells like evil dirt. The men are speaking a language I do not understand but it is not Arabic. They tell me in broken English I am dirty dog but I am worth millions to them. They kick my cage and spit at me and that does not frighten me. If I could escape my cage and attack them they WOULD BE FRIGHTENED OF ME! Never mess with an Egyptian street dog! NEVER EVER!

They have a pile of guns and grenades on a table and a bank of computers. I hear them speaking to each other in broken English about a “ransom note”. It means we will return Reggie if you pay us $50,000,000 into a Panamanian secret bank account. You have 48 hours to do so or we will send you Reggie’s head.

I am hungry and thirsty and they feed me leftover takeout food of hamburgers and fries. They give me water in a dirty bowl. I have to go pee and they never take me out so I can go pee. What a bunch of low life scoundrels I say as I try and aim my pee out the cage door. These low life’s are soaked with vodka so they will not smell my urine.

Bob and Fay receive the ransom note and a team of Royal Canadian Mounted Police and the FBI operative President Biden has sent read it. With the help of the Mossad (The Israeli Secret Police) and the Central Intelligence Agency in Washington the location of the computer is revealed. The computer was supposedly protected by a Russian anti-detection programme that the Mossad had cracked two weeks ago. The computer is located in an Russian Gun Club building on a street called Murray Ross in North Toronto. Little did these Bulgarian criminals know they were going to get their rear ends kicked in.

Bob answers the ransom note saying the money needs to be raised and it will take him 24 hours to raise it.

The FBI, CIA, RCMP and Mossad would dearly like to get these men in their cages they call jails. They have been blackmailing, extorting, kidnapping and money laundering all over the world. They all want these criminals in jails very badly as they have ruined lives and done so many illegal things. The American, Canadian and Israelis will be assembling an attack force of commandos that simply can’t fail.

Their leader Igor cracks open yet another bottle of vodka and his gang drink it like it is water. They fall asleep in a drunken stupor confident the money will be in their bank account very soon.

In any case in the early morning the door is battered down and the sleeping Bulgarians are captured without a shot fired. A RCMP officer opens the door and says “Reggie you are free”. I am liberated again and before I go I sink my teeth very deep into Igor’s ankle and he screams and says words in Bulgarian that if they were alive they would kill me! I am picked up and taken to Fay who sits in an armoured car. I am smothered in hugs by Fay. Dr. Murray my animal doctor is there and says after a physical examination I am a bit dehydrated but otherwise “Fit as a fiddle”.

We go home or at least close to home. You know that rapper Drake had opened up his private gym to all the attack force’s representatives and established a command centre. As Fay and I enter there are cheers. Mr. Gordon Lightfoot and Bosco are there. Drake orders a middle eastern feast from Paramount restaurants and all the teams converge for a dinner and leave.

I hear that Igor, the naughty Bulgarian needed twenty stitches to close my bite. Didn’t I tell you NEVER MESS WITH EGYPTIAN STREET DOGS! I hear that Bob will be coming home from hospital soon but Dillie the Westie is still battling for his life. I hear we will go and visit him tomorrow after we visit Bob.

Bob gives me a big hug and I give him a few kisses and nibble his ear at the same time which means he is part of my pack! Our next visit is to the brave Dillie the Westie who was injured badly with a cracked skull and fighting for his life. As far as I am concerned, I know the last trick in my book. It is growl Karim, Dillie and I used to use when we were the Rat Pack before Karim went to the world beyond. I come up to Dillie The Westie, the brave Scottish warrior dog and put my face close to his ear and give him the Rat Pack growl. Nothing happens. I close my eyes and pray to Allah for a miracle. I growl again and Dillie opens his eyes and gives a weak moan! He is out of a coma! THANK YOU ALLAH! The animal doctors can’t understand what happened but I know that a power greater than any dog or man has lent us a helping hand. Call him Allah, God or Buddha if you wish but whatever this power is it this there if you honour it.

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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