I AM FINALLY BACK HOME IN TORONTO
We had a brief en route stop at the Royal Military College in Kingston, Ontario. The senior commanding officer gave a “rousing speech” about “the incredible bravery of Rory Dylan Stephen” as so said the Kingston Whig Standard. Photo ops and being patted (how archaic) on the head by the cadets. The young ladies were quite attracted to yours truly and Raffles.
Off to Chez Piggy in Kingston for an early dinner.
An hour later on the way to Toronto we paid a surprise visit to my Godfather, Mr. G. with his summer estate located in Prince Edward County. I scarcely remember him but he was most thrilled to see all of us. He asked if he could also be a godfather to Raffles and I barked my royal assent to that suggestion.
Finally around the dinner hour at home! I always knew, or perhaps deluded myself, I would return to Toronto. I could have been blown up searching for landmines in Cambodia or on the Eastern & Oriental Express.
Exhilaration at my return with unexplained foreboding. Strange having both joy and sadness. What’s this about?
Off for a walk with Raffles and my goodness all the neighbours were blown over by seeing a neighbourhood based international celebrity and hero.
Grrrr…this hero stuff again!
Raffles was overwhelmed. He has a family. He has me. He has the dogs of the hood. No more kissing up to guests arriving at the Raffles Singapore that didn’t deserve the time of day and those naughty sprogs pulling his tail. And arrogant idiots like the Sultan of Palumbia.
I have a big job facing me. Although Raffles is a few years older than me, he is a Singaporean Westie. A working Westie. A Westie without a family. I must transition him into life in suburban Toronto.
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