Tobie’s Trip

Readers may remember stories of Venus the dog, or Missy and Sissy the mice, moving in with us for short-term stays. It has been lonely for a while, with just Peter and me, until an unfortunate circumstance changed all that.

In early July, Tobie, along with his two-legged father Dan, and brother Ben, was heading up from New York to visit for the summer, when their car broke down. This is not just any car; it’s a fairly new Mercedes with low mileage. It had no business breaking down. Furthermore it was loaded with stuff: summer clothes, water toys, Tobie’s dog bed, and even a big bass instrument so Ben could practice his new musical skill over the summer. And it was night.

Thanks to cell phones, the car was eventually towed to a dealership while Tobie and his family found a dog-loving motel for the rest of the night. But the next day the news about the car was not good. It would have to be towed back to New York City to be fixed.

It took Dan a couple of days to find a rental vehicle that was permitted to cross the border into Canada. He finally located a pick-up truck, with a big cab, but no cover on the back. Tobie and his family climbed into the cab, but the suitcases and bass had to go in the back. As soon as they set off, it began to rain. Dan drove quickly, hoping the wind would swoosh the rain away. Mostly it did.

Finally arriving in Canada, Dan dried off the cargo, and traded in the pick-up truck for a small sedan. He met up with his wife Jenny who had flown to Toronto a few days earlier, and they all settled into their summer home. After all that stress, Tobie was relieved to be in a familiar place with his dad. Meanwhile the Mercedes sat at the New York City dealership waiting for spare parts.

The summer came and went, and nothing else bad happened. Ben practiced on his bass and Tobie carried on with his life of eating and sleeping and sometimes walking. Then it was time to go back to New York. The Mercedes was now waiting for an entire new engine from Germany. The rental car was too small to take them all home along with their suitcases and bass and Tobie. And then it would have to be driven back to Canada anyway. There really was no option but to fly home. But what about the bass and Tobie? Should Dan pay for 2 extra seats on the plane, or stow them in cargo – to what fate?

Dear readers you already know the answer. The bass is sitting in our basement. As for Tobie, he has settled in quite well. He sleeps in his bed in our bedroom and hardly ever snores. He wanders around our back yard and sniffs. He licks the dinner plates before they go in the dishwasher. He has figured out how to take a running leap and land on the couch. He has made friends with several other dogs in the neighbourhood.

But mostly he waits by the front door, hoping his dad will come by in a vehicle, any vehicle, to pick him up.

Sue