Lucy in High Park |
Maggie and David couldn’t move from their rented Etobicoke bungalow
into a typical Toronto one bedroom apartment – there was Bandit to think of.
Some dogs are bred for personality, others for utility (Dachshunds chase
rodents down their holes). Bandit is a rescue from the streets of Mexico, flown
to Toronto by a charity called Save Our Scruff. Bandit is perfectly genetically
optimized for one thing…survival. Bandit is faster, smarter, stronger, more
aggressive, and more independent than most dogs. That dog is a handful. They
bought a house with a large, fenced yard on the mountain in Hamilton. Bandit is
thrilled and she is happy that David still has boat parking in the driveway.
We love those two dogs but put them together for a week at
the cottage that we rented just south of Algonquin park in August…pow! Like
vinegar and baking soda at a grade four science fair. Forget “science is real”,
dog drama is real. Toddlers that never grow up. We had a great time but
there were a lot of canine capers.
Lucy is a city dog. She lives in a condo by the lake.
Usually wears a harness not a collar. Hannah cannot regularly take her to her post-graduate
job managing the early childhood psychology lab at U of T, so Lucy often spends
a few days a week with my brother Bruno’s family. The “dogshare” is a big idea.
It overcomes many of the challenges of having a dog and spreads the love across
two households.
Bandit is a country dog, wears three collars, one of them electrified. She is fond of hikes with Maggie and Carolyn. She tears through the woods narrowly missing trees and shrubs, chomping on sticks and eating flora and fauna. She is thrilled that Hamilton is so close to trails and conservation areas. Bandit is very excited by David’s new job as Sales Rep with Techtronic Industries. She is panting heavily at the prospect of riding around in a pimped out F150 with Milwaukee Tools on the side – “look at me bitches!”
Bandit at the cottage |
Sadly, Carolyn and I are dogless so we sold our house to a
young family who can make proper use of the yard. We now live in an apartment
overlooking what may be Toronto’s greatest park, High Park. Aside from
the gardens, skating rinks, baseball diamonds, greenhouses, community gardens,
zoo, pond, cherry trees and playgrounds there is an extensive linear off-leash
dog park. When Bandit and Lucy visit (not together of course) the park is a
must-do.
The main reason we don’t have a dog is that when weather
permits we like to tour around on our bicycles. Sometimes for a week or more.
Laden with camping equipment, a change of clothes and battery packs we can
watch the world go by at 20 km/h. In August we did that for 2 weeks around the
Gaspe Peninsula in Quebec. We missed the dogs but met so many new dogs in our
travels. Some even running out to meet us, barking appreciation…or is that menace?
Dogs don’t get COVID, but they worry about us. That is the
special deal we made with the domesticated wolf. They give us companionship and
we feed and protect them. As I write this, the Omicron variant is on the surge
and a lot of people need some companionship. Pick up the phone and call an old
friend or make a new one. Ultimately, that kind of connection is the spirit of
the holidays, and it cannot be wiped out by travel restrictions. If you are
lucky enough to gather in person with friends and family, show your
appreciation by licking their faces and stealing a slipper or two.