The Story of Moby – The Traveling Dog’s BFF
There is one single dog toy that must always, no matter what, be packed when we travel. It doesn’t matter if we are going away for an overnight stay or for a month, the toy must come with me. That toy is Moby.
Moby is my best friend forever (BFF). He’s not just a toy to me; he is far, far more than that.
The Story of Moby
On a dreary day in December 2010, when it was too cold to go for a long walk, the bipeds decided to get me out of the house by taking me to WAG on Bank Street. WAG is good for that kind of excursion. As Ottawa’s only dog café, it offers not only wonderful accessories, toys, clothing and high quality food for canines, but also good coffee, scones and cookies for the humans. All that and nice tables to sit at with free WIFI, too. It’s pretty darned awesome!
So off we went. We can never stay too long because dad’s allergies start to act up, but a nice hour is possible. We sat and had our beverages and treats. They always have yummy dog treats and the young ladies that work there are incredibly kind. (Hi ladies!) We mingled with the other patrons (canine and human), and Mom picked up a new Chilly Dog sweater for my collection.
As we left the café, the temperature had gone up a tiny bit, so we decided to walk up and down Bank Street for a few blocks. As a result, we passed in front of another pet shop called Global Pet Foods. We had never noticed it before and decided to pop inside for a peek and a chance to warm up.
We walked in and the lady working there said it was ok to let me “go loose.” So, given that option, the bipeds let me off leash and we walked around the store. The place is small and on two levels. On the second level, way at the back of the store, were a bunch of bins. They had little signs on them saying, “2 for $5” or “All just $1.” I sniffed one bin in particular and, without giving anyone warning, I hopped in!
The bipeds laughed at me as they watched me dig in. Mom was about to pull me out because, as I was told later, it’s just not proper manners to dive in like that. But the lady that worked there said not to worry about it. So, the bipeds stepped back and watched in amazement as I disappeared entirely with just my tail sticking out. (Just so you know, I am not a digger. I don’t dig in the dirt; I don’t burrow under blankets. The only other time the bipeds had seen me dig was on the beach in Naples, Florida.)
Now, Dear Reader, you must understand that at the time I was only about 8 months old. I didn’t have much of a panache for a tail. So it was particularly amusing for the bipeds to watch my tail sticking out of the random dog toys, reminding them of a large white caterpillar.
But back to plot …
Suddenly, I turned around in the bin and without missing a beat, jumped out with a toy in my mouth. I ran as fast as I could all the way to the cash register. There I dropped the toy, sat like a good boy and looked up.
Silence reigned in the store.
Disbelief was written on everyone’s faces.
The lady behind the counter burst out laughing and said to the bipeds, “Guess you’ll be taking this one then?”
“This one” was Moby. Moby is a whale. A blue whale.
Moby goes with me everywhere. I carry him to the couch in the morning. Take him with me to eat my breakfast; I take him to my day bed afterwards. When the bipeds say it is time for bed at the end of a day, I grab Moby and off we go.
Yes, I love my BFF so much I can’t sleep without him. He is my toy, my confidant, my headrest for naps and my soother. When I fly, Moby is in my carrier with me. In strange and unfamiliar places, Moby is there with his familiar smell and texture. He is a constant in my life. I fiercely protect Moby from others, whereas I’m happy to share my other toys.
Once, Moby was lost.
It was horrible. I couldn’t sleep. I whined and searched every room in the apartment over and over again. Finally the bipeds got up and helped me. We found him waaay under the couch. How he got there, I don’t know. But as soon as Moby was within reach, I grabbed him, rushed to my bed and spent an hour grooming him and making sure he was ok. This is when the bipeds realized how important Moby is to me.
Because of that incident – Moby now has a stand-in, just in case: Moby D.
I like Moby D. but I know it isn’t Moby. The bipeds try to switch them on me from time to time because I am told I will likely outlive Moby and so I should get to know Moby D. An illness called “wear and tear” will likely kill Moby. This is devastating. I can barely think about it. So I don’t. Moby D. (the D stands for Dick, as in Moby Dick) is fun, so when he comes out to play, we have a good time. Undoubtedly though, at some point, I start looking for Moby and then Moby D. gets hurt and goes home. I don’t mean to hurt his feelings; I’m just loyal to my BFF.
Mom and Dad would like to get at least two more Mobys: a Moby D(2) (Moby Deux) and a Moby DG (Moby Double Ganger). But the bipeds have been told that Mobys are no longer made. We have been unable to find another in any pet store we’ve been to in Canada, the US, Italy, France, Greece, Croatia…
We are not sure how this will play out over the long term. The bipeds sense a drama, maybe even an opera.
The Thing About Moby
I’m not the only one to like that specific shade of blue. Nor am I the only one to like that perfect shape. I have seen Moby larger than life. HUGE, in fact. Really, I have: in Florence I saw a sticker of Moby on a car. Don’t believe me? Take a look at the photographic evidence!
Turns out there is an Italian ferry company that has Moby as their logo. I’ve told Moby about this and he’s not a happy camper because the ferry company is using Moby’s image without his permission. Moby’s not getting any money or credit for use of his image. He keeps talking about hiring a lawyer but I’m trying to talk him out of it. After all, it could well be Moby D.’s image that is being used; however, this possibility always seems to upset Moby. Moby has a fragile ego; I must tread carefully.
In any case, the bipeds have promised me that if ever our travels allow, we will take a Moby ferry! (Pets are allowed onboard in a kennel that remains in the vehicle. Pets are not allowed in the cabins.) I think a trip on the ferry would be fantastic! At the very least we should try and get a photo of Moby and me with one of these ferries in the background.
So there you have it, Dear Reader. The story about my BFF. Does your dog have a BFF? A toy that is more than just a toy? Do you take it with you when you travel? Share that story in the comments below; we’d love to hear it!
NOTE FROM THE BIPEDS: If you find a Moby in a pet store, please contact us!! We will purchase it and pay you back. Anything to avoid the drama of NO Moby’s at all.