Reggie the Egyptian Rescue Dog: The Final Cut: We Are Attacked by a Voracious and Demented German Shepherd; Chapter Twenty Two (22)

Dillie and I miss Karim. Dillie has seen his dog friends die and go to The Land Beyond but I have not seen many and Karim was a fellow street dog who went through suffering and trauma in Cairo with me 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. A part of me has been torn out of me.

Bob asks me one miserable gloomy and damp winter day if I want to go for a walk with Dillie. 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 and Dillie slightly in front but the damp weather caused the arthritis in his leg to flare up so he is limping.

We walk in a slightly different neighbourhood. As we pass by a house we hear some ferocious barking of a Shepherd behind a short fence. It is so vicious not even in Cairo have I heard such blood chilling snarling. That causes me to shiver because the last time I heard something close to such a hateful bark was when I was attacked in Cairo by that Rottenwhiler dog that ripped my leg up.

Bob tells me and Dillie to hurry up so we can get away from that crazy Shepherd so we pick up our pace and twenty steps later suddenly immediately behind us there is an enormous vicious Shepherd with its mouth open and foaming ready to bite Dillie’s rump. Bob pulls me away just before that salivating monster’s jaws would have sunk into poor Dylan’s flesh. Bob starts kicking the Shepherd screaming at him to get away. He kicks and kicks. Not realizing what I was doing I was on that monster’s neck sinking my teeth in his flesh. I am ready to defend Bob and Dillie to the death. I bite repeatedly until I taste blood in my mouth. The Shepherd squeals and runs off. Bob is furious but in a few minutes we are both shaking in shock.  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 Layla 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 Layla should be “put down” and if he had a gun, he would kill her. He is very angry. But Bob is so brave conquering his fears and dealing out to Layla what she deserves. I say a prayer to Allah thanking him that none of us is physically hurt.

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 and Dillie. I am quick and a quick lunge at Layla’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 us 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 Layla? I said Layla did you hear that!