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King was the smartest dog I ever knew. The first time I met him, he was waiting for a bus at the stop across the street, on his own, relaxed, purposeful. King was a medium sized, reddish husky, a beautiful dog. He was in good shape, reasonably well groomed and all, so he must have had a home, although I never found out where it was.
The bus came along, and King hopped on, rode up two stops, and hopped off. Later I learned King did this every day. He must have been on a first name basis with the regular driver.
This was back in the 80s and I was living in a storefront painting studio on Ossington Ave. I had the studio fronting the street and Rob had the one facing the alley. There was a makeshift kitchen dividing the studios, and downstairs, a washroom and a tub and shower and some storage for paintings.
Ossington was not the neighbourhood it is today, peppered with trendy restaurants. It hadn’t even yet made the transition to Vietnamese karaoke joints which lined the lower section of the street as the 80s came to a close.
Rob had a dog, called Giotto, a lab-mix named after the father of the Renaissance. Rob worked during the day and I worked during the evening and Giotto hung out with whoever was around. At a certain point, King started calling on Giotto to go out and play. He would go up to Rob’s studio door and knock. We had a yard/parking area and a lane in the back and it was quiet and safe, even though it was close to Ossington, a busy street even then. They became fast friends.
One morning, the two of them disappeared. One minute they were there, wrestling, goofing around, and next minute they were gone. We looked everywhere. We walked the alley-ways, walked Ossington, walked Queen, looked into backyards and garages and sheds. They were gone. Disappeared. They were gone all morning and gone all afternoon and gone most most of the evening.
We thought they were done-for. We never should have let them run loose out back. But King was experienced at roaming the neighbourhood on his own, and he was looking after Giotto. At dusk, the two of them finally appeared out back, tired out but safe. Each of carried a giant bone of uncertain origin. We didn’t ask questions.
Ellie Mae, our older Newf, is continuing to have a problem with her leg. She can’t really put any weight on it at all right now, even with her pain meds. The underlying problem has not been diagnosed. If she doesn’t show improvement, we’ll take her back to the emerg clinic for another look. We’ll keep you posted on how she’s doing.
I wrote a few days ago about the problem Ellie Mae has been having with her rear right leg. She’s been taking an anti-inflammatory and pain meds, and we’ve reduced her exercise . Ellie has shown great improvement and today she’s been going for walks again. She’s still on the pain meds but soon I’ll cut those back if she continues to do well. She is putting weight on the leg again and most of the time now she isn’t limping.
The problem remains undiagnosed, even though she’s had X-rays and has been examined by an orthopedic specialist. Hopefully, it was something as simple as bruising or a pulled muscle or something like that.
Ellie Mae has been having a problem with her rear right leg, and it’s been getting worse. Today she had a very hard time even getting up. We had an appointment with our regular vet but decided it was best to take her into the emergency clinic. After some X-rays and an examination by an orthopedic specialist, we still don’t know the cause of the problem. They couldn’t find anything like a tumour and her bones are ok and they think the ligament is ok. It could be a soft-tissue injury. For now, we have some good pain meds for her and we’re going to see how she does over the next few days.
The designers of the new and improved leash-free park at Jack Darling in Mississauga did a great job integrating the dog park with the filtration plant.
The park is huge. Gravel paths loop through the grounds, descending to what remains of the old park on the south side, right up to the top of the hill formed by the filtration plant. There is a spigot for water on the north end, and a variety of landscape for dogs and people to enjoy – from meadow to path to sand. As well, they’ve planted loads of trees which will only gain character and interest over time. When we were there yesterday, there were quite a few dogs at the park but you would hardly know that because the grounds are so big. By contrast, there is a leash-free park on the RL Clark Water Treatment grounds close to our place (in Toronto – Jack Darling is in Mississauga), which is a sad cousin by comparison – a fenced off square of field, created with little imagination or ambition, which muddies up at every rainfall, and offers neither variety nor water. Kudos to Mississauga and the designers of the Jack Darling leash-free park for creating such a compelling environment.
Today we took the Newfs over to Jack Darling leash free park in Mississauga. Memphis found a friend….