Our Navy Jet lands in the Niagara Airport in Canada. It was chilly in Washington but the chill here in Canada is just like home in the Ukraine. I am whisked to a private terminal where two dogs come racing out to meet me. They bark and wag their tails and do circles around me. We chase each other for a bit and goodness this fresh clean air and exercise clear my head and my rage. That Reggie is so clever he purposely did this to relax me. After our fun Dylan and Reggie sandwich me between them like they are a personal security detail and I see two people coming out to greet me. Knowing what I have been through they walk slowly towards me and Reggie tells me they are Bob and Fay and they will be your friends for life. I feel their vibrations and they are friendly so I walk up to them and wag my tail and Bob kneels down and welcomes me to Canada. Fay snaps on a new collar and leash and gives my jowls a friendly rub. No one has done that to me since my master and mistress were killed by the Russian invaders.
Bob calls me over and sets down a bowl of cold Canadian water. How did he know I haven’t had water in hours? I need someone like Bob who knows dogs and will manage and take care of me. I am a brave and obedient dog willing to make sacrifices for my country but I need someone to take care of me and see that I am rested and well fed.
A Royal Canadian Mounted Police detail has been assigned to protect me and we are all whisked to a big black van with a car in font and a car in back and three City of Toronto police motorcycles with their lights flashing leading us to Toronto.
In a couple of hours we are at Bob and Fay’s fancy house on the Bridle Path in Toronto. What a grand house. Bob and Fay take my bag and put it in the closet. All three canines have beds with the U.S. Presidential Seal on them. Dylan and Reggie have Winnipeg Blue Bomber blankets. Bob says to me you can have this regular blanket but soon you will have a hockey team blanket. We are going to have a Toronto Maple Leaf blanket very soon.
Fay takes Reggie and I out to chase a tennis ball for half an hour. Oh it is so good to simply be a dog and have fun! We have a late-night snack while Bob has a glass of Kentucky Bourbon that President Biden sent him. In fact President Biden just spoke with Fay to see if I arrived safely. Fay said we are going to have a talk about helping out Joe tomorrow. We watch the BBC news with Bob and scamper off to bed. These bomb flashes and noises are still bothering me and Reggie tells me the next day I was crying in my sleep.
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