The Manse, and the red truck, need a dog named Kip

Queensborough Kip checking out the action at our garage at the Manse. How interesting that a dog who looks remarkably like the one we've had our eye on should just show up! It's a sign of dogs to come, I think.

Queensborough “Kip” checking out the action at our garage at the Manse in April. How interesting that a dog who looks remarkably like the one we’ve had our eye on should just show up! It’s a sign of dogs to come, I think. But meantime, who’s the lucky person who owns this guy?

This past weekend’s loss of our lovely cat Bayona seems to have got both Raymond and me thinking about pets more than usual. Most of our attention is focused on how much we miss that fat cat, and discussion of whether or when we should get another companion from the SPCA for Sieste, our other cat of long standing. But Raymond also seems to have really come around to an idea we’d only talked jokingly about before: a dog for the Manse.

And not just any dog. It has to be a beagle named Kip.

“Where did that idea come from?” you will be wondering. Well, I’ll tell you. It came from Whitby Ontario. So there.

About a year ago, Raymond and I were travelling west to Toronto and beyond on Highway 401, and we wanted to stop to load up on cat food for “the girls” (Sieste and Bayona). We have taken to buying it at an outlet of the PetSmart chain in Belleville (which isn’t far from the Manse in Queensbrough); PetSmart sells big bags at a considerably lower price than we have been able to find here in Montreal. At that point we weren’t near Belleville, but we were near Whitby, and there is a PetSmart store not far off the 401 there. So in we zoomed. And as it turned out on that bright Saturday spring morning, the store was holding a special event in collaboration with the Humane Society to urge people to adopt pets. And one of the dogs up for adoption was the cutest and liveliest beagle you ever saw. And his name was Kip.

Don't you think a beagle named Kip would be the perfect accessory for this red truck and its owner?

Don’t you think a beagle named Kip would be the perfect accessory for this red truck and its owner?

I told Raymond that Kip would be the perfect accessory for his red truck, which he had just purchased. But Raymond, being sensible, pointed out that there was no way we were in a position to have a dog, what with our lives and time divided between the Manse – where a dog could have a fair bit of freedom – and the city, where we’d be stuck walking him through the city streets in rain, snow and slush. He was right, of course. But ever since I’ve been teasing him about his need for a beagle named Kip.

And it kind of seemed like a sign that, one morning in Queensborough six weeks or so ago, when our neighbour Chuck was over with his truck giving Raymond’s a battery boost (which it needed after a winter in storage), a dog suddenly came rampaging up who looked a lot like – Kip! Now, clearly it wasn’t; I don’t even know if it was a beagle. And of course it belonged to someone.

Kip moves on from our yard to that of the neighbours, as curious as ever. Who's the owner of this happy and energetic little fellow, anyway?

Kip moves on from our yard to that of the neighbours, as curious as ever.

But on that bright morning Kip (as I shall call him anyway, since I don’t yet know his real name) was on the loose, exploring the neighbourhood and everything that was going on (which is never all that much in Queensborough, you must understand) at high speed. He spent quite a bit of time checking out Raymond and Chuck and the trucks before scuttling underneath the fence to have a look around our neighbours’ yard. He was a happy, busy little fellow.

So anyway, as I was saying, Raymond seems to be coming around to the idea of a dog. Do you know what he asked me last night? “Do you think we should phone that store [that would be the one in Whitby, from a year ago] and see if we can find out who got Kip?”

Raymond, I fear that particular Kip is gone. But you shall have your Humane Society beagle. And he will look great in your truck. And we will name him Kip!

6 thoughts on “The Manse, and the red truck, need a dog named Kip

  1. Actually, the beagle you have in your picture is ‘Abby’. She owns John Barry although as usual, with all us dog lovers, John thinks he owns Abby. LOL

    • Wow, good information, Chuck – thank you! Geez, I am surprised – in all the conversations I’ve had with John I’ve never seen a sign of Abby, and didn’t know he had a dog (or, as you say, the dog has him). So that happy little dog I saw is a she, not a he – and named Abby? That is good stuff. I happen to think Abby is a splendid name for a dog. I look forward to seeing Abby again – and I hope that she and our soon-to-come Kip will be good friends!

  2. Poor Abby! she loves to run around the village when ever she gets the chance, and chase the cats that tease and torment her daily. She doesn’t understand that she needs to be tied up, while the cats roam and wander as they desire. She is a sweet little dog and loves to hunt. We could share custody if you would like! You could have weekends and holidays, and we would do the other days. Although the last day she was on the loose, Chuck and Robert delivered her home, and she stunk to the high heavens, not sure what she found to roll around in! I’m sure everyone would love to see another Beagle in town. Anne

    • Abby is a lovely dog, Anne – and I’m glad I know her name now! Maybe she and Kip could occasionally tear around town together (hopefully not getting into too much stinkiness in the process). Now that we know she’s your dog, Raymond and I are going to have all kinds of beagle questions for you and John!

    • Oh, Brian (you Kipling man you), that is so lovely! Thank you! And the only thing I would add is that one’s heart can be torn every bit as much by a cat as a dog – and don’t ask me how I know.

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