Showing posts with label dogs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dogs. Show all posts
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Thursday, January 10, 2013
The Triumphant Return
A few years ago I wrote about Riri, one of the circus dogs, and how he disappeared, was thought dead, and then triumphantly returned. Well, on the second to last day in Paris, the second to last day of the tour, Voyou, the sweetest of all the circus dogs went missing.
His owners were devastated, but I knew he would come back. I mean, this is Voyou we're talking about. He had to come back! Right?
Well, when I left the circus, there was still no news. And for two weeks after that, still nothing. Finally I wrote to one of my friends from the troupe to ask if he had heard anything. And that is when I heard the best story ever.
It turns out Voyou fell into the Seine river and was rescued by a boat! And not just any boat, but one of those iconic Parisian barges! I swear, the trouble that dog has gotten into...
Best come back ever, Voyou. Well played.
His owners were devastated, but I knew he would come back. I mean, this is Voyou we're talking about. He had to come back! Right?
Well, when I left the circus, there was still no news. And for two weeks after that, still nothing. Finally I wrote to one of my friends from the troupe to ask if he had heard anything. And that is when I heard the best story ever.
It turns out Voyou fell into the Seine river and was rescued by a boat! And not just any boat, but one of those iconic Parisian barges! I swear, the trouble that dog has gotten into...
Best come back ever, Voyou. Well played.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
UPDATE!
Riri has been found! Almost immediately after I finished writing the previous post commemorating his Riri-ness, his master drove into the lot, Riri seated by her side! It turns out he was picked up by the SPCA.
I must say, I have never seen that dog look so happy.
Apparently Doggy Prison wasn't his cup of tea.
Welcome home Riri!
I must say, I have never seen that dog look so happy.
Apparently Doggy Prison wasn't his cup of tea.
Welcome home Riri!
Riri
Picture a crotchety old man. And I mean seriously crotchety. Now picture that crotchety old man as a small, runty dog. You have just been introduced to Riri.
Riri is the dog of one of the kitchen staff and, like a number of other dogs, comes along on the tour when we’re under the Big Top. I first met Riri in 2008. We had started to do research for the show, but the previous show was still touring so it was only a month-long stint. At that point, there were four dogs at the circus. One was extremely obedient, one was adorable if not a little pushy, one was made of hyperactivity and craziness… then there was Riri.
Riri was mean. Not in an aggressive way, but in, well, a crotchety old man way. The doggy equivalent of “Dang kids! Git offa my lawn!” He was never one for cuddling or other such mundane dog things. Sometimes he could be found sleeping in a box of onions.
But it’s no longer 2008 and time seems to be taking its toll on Riri. It started with a sudden need to always be with his master and now rarely leaves the kitchen. He doesn’t really bark anymore (and did he ever before), and in what can only be described as a throwback to his youth, he’s started randomly humping legs.
Then, on Halloween, Riri vanished into the night. In a statement that chilled to the bone, his master announced that this time, he would not be coming back. She just knew. Riri was gone.
Say what you will about the little shit, but that is one hell of an exit.
Riri.
The dog. The Legend.
Riri is the dog of one of the kitchen staff and, like a number of other dogs, comes along on the tour when we’re under the Big Top. I first met Riri in 2008. We had started to do research for the show, but the previous show was still touring so it was only a month-long stint. At that point, there were four dogs at the circus. One was extremely obedient, one was adorable if not a little pushy, one was made of hyperactivity and craziness… then there was Riri.
Riri was mean. Not in an aggressive way, but in, well, a crotchety old man way. The doggy equivalent of “Dang kids! Git offa my lawn!” He was never one for cuddling or other such mundane dog things. Sometimes he could be found sleeping in a box of onions.
But it’s no longer 2008 and time seems to be taking its toll on Riri. It started with a sudden need to always be with his master and now rarely leaves the kitchen. He doesn’t really bark anymore (and did he ever before), and in what can only be described as a throwback to his youth, he’s started randomly humping legs.
Then, on Halloween, Riri vanished into the night. In a statement that chilled to the bone, his master announced that this time, he would not be coming back. She just knew. Riri was gone.
Say what you will about the little shit, but that is one hell of an exit.
Riri.
The dog. The Legend.
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