The original Rat Pack consisted of Dillie, Karim and myself. We were a force to be reckoned with but with Karim’s untimely death the Rat Pack had no soul left. We were deflated.
With the trials and tribulations we canine types have endured of late we possess a deep sense of shared experience and purpose which is to make the world a safer place to inhabit particularly for children. It is time to reconstitute the Rat Pack. All the members have differing skills and experiences that give the group power to promote good outside of politics if possible. Yes we are brothers and sisters and love each other.
This book is primarily my story but my story can’t be told without the stories and thoughts of Dillie The Westie, The Mookster, Ollie, Penny and Kit Kat.
PENNY SPEAKS
Hello or woof woof if you like. My name is Penny and I live in Beamsville, Ontario with my mistress and master who love me very much. Reggie lightheartedly refers to me as a dog born with a silver spoon in her mouth. I will not deny such. I live the good life in a rural setting chasing rodents and sunning myself. Unlike the boys I love a long bath soaking in Dolce & Cabana Pooch Lux Bubbles! I respect Reggie as he has survived and endured conditions no dog in Beamsville could ever imagine but that does denigrate or discount my abilities because I am so pretty and smell so nice. I love a rugged dog but sometimes the boys in the security detail smell a bit too “rustic”! I am the prettiest (and most modest) member of the Rat Pack.
I love to fly. Helicopters whether solo in my Oodlecopter or with my master in his vintage Italian chopper. We live the good life for sure but at some point is was empty with seemingly no purpose but enjoyment. I love my naps and basking in the sun and eating the best food a dog could ever eat. When I read the garbage Reggie had to scavenge in Cairo I shiver and his steadfast and boundless energy he expends to ameliorate the world inspires me to do something with MY LIFE! I mean those long lunches and polo matches are a bit tiresome at a certain point.
So I fly my Oodlecopter in the pursuit of Reggie’s dream. You have read how I survived a terrible Oodlecopter crash fighting Bulgarian extortionists. While I felt death at my doorstep simultaneously I felt exhilaration and a sense I had to make sacrifices to build a better world. I can make it a safer place for children and with Reggie, Dillie the Westie, Kit Kat, Ollie and The Mookster we are a team. We are the Ratpack!
How did I meet Reggie and Dille the Westie? Well years ago Bob and my mistress did some business together. Something involving a lot of money. I don’t understand human’s business that well so I will spare you the details. In any case Bob, Fay and my mistress met for lunch in Beamsville recently and reconnected. I met Reggie and Dillie and we mingled happily. I then heard about “Reggie The Egyptian Rescue Dog”: The rest is history in the making. As the late Prime Minister of Canada Pierre Trudeau said to journalists before invoking the War Measures Act, “Just watch me!” Just watch me readers!
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