Substitute Dad

By Scribe

Chapter 35 –- Heading North

 

 

I awoke bright and early the next morning and lay there thinking about the dream that I’d had.  It was a little odd and more than a bit scary.  Josh was visibly older than he had been in my other dreams of the future and the scenery was not recognizable.  It seemed hot and dusty and I recall seeing palm trees in the distance.  Ever the realist, I rejected the idea of clairvoyance and paid it little mind.

 

Josh was still fast asleep, but Brutus was wide awake.  Before I even opened my eyes, I could feel his cold, wet nose poking me in the face in between the puppy kisses.

 

“Want to go for a walk Brutus?” I whispered.

 

He promptly sat down, cocked his head from side to side and frantically wagged his tail.  I took that as a yes.  I quickly threw on some clothes and then took Brutus outside to do his business.

 

It was still early and the sun was just peaking over the eastern horizon, but it was already warm and comfortable.  It was going to be a very pleasant day for driving.  After breakfast, our first order of the day was to head to Burnaby to visit Shelly and her family.  We planned on spending the night there and then heading back to West Vancouver and then taking the ferry over to Nanaimo on Vancouver Island.  We’d spend the day in and around Victoria and then we’d cross back to the mainland and begin the journey north. 

 

While visiting Vancouver, I wanted to make a point of taking Josh to the lower East Side.  It’s one of the grimmest areas of Canada.  It’s plagued with drugs and prostitutes, many of them underage.  I wanted Josh to see what lay under the surface in some of the large affluent cities.  The goal of the trip wasn’t just to show Josh the bright side of the country, but also the darker things.

 

Josh was still snoring when I returned with Brutus.  After feeding the rapidly growing puppy, I took a quick shower and then dressed for the day.  It was getting close to 8:00 AM by the time I was done, so I decided to wake Josh.  Actually, I decided to let Brutus wake Josh.

 

“Brutus, go see Josh,” I whispered to the puppy.

 

Brutus bounded off with a happy bark and then jumped up on the bed with Josh.  Josh was lying flat on his back and Brutus hopped on his chest and began to madly lick his face.  Within seconds, Brutus’ efforts had the desired effect and I could hear Josh weakly protesting as he began to wake up.

 

“Blech, yuck….. Brutus!”  Josh protested

 

I just stood there laughing at the innocence of a big happy puppy and his master.  Josh kept turning his head from side to side trying to escape from Brutus’s tongue, but Brutus kept right with him.  Brutus’ tail was wagging so fast that I half expected him to take off like a helicopter.

 

“Want a treat Brutus?”  Josh finally managed to say.

 

Brutus jumped down in an instant and ran over to where the suitcases were; knowing that his doggie treats were inside.

 

“You put him up to that didn’t you?”  Josh asked yawning, as he rummaged through his suitcase for the doggie cookies.

 

“Who me?”  I asked pretending to be innocent.  “I would never do something like that,” I pleaded.

 

“Oh yeah?”  Josh said and then launched himself at me.  Pretty soon we were wrestling like maniacs on the bed.  Even Brutus got into the act and started prancing around and barking at both of us.

 

It took me longer than usual to get Josh pinned.  He was definitely getting bigger and stronger all the time. 

 

“You’ll be as tall as me by this time next year bud,” I said and ruffled his hair.  “I’ll bet you’ll be over six feet tall by the time you’re my age.”

 

“Really?  That’ll be cool.”

 

“Keep exercising and working out and you’ll be built like a tank too,” I replied.

 

“You mean like Ah-nold?” Josh asked in a barely passable Arnold Schwarzenegger imitation.

 

“You never know bud,” I said and hugged him.  “You better go grab a shower and get ready.  I’m going to start loading the Jeep.  We need to grab some breakfast and then swing by a laundromat and wash our clothes before we head off to Shelly’s place.”

 

“Mmmm food,” Josh said and licked his lips.

 

Half an hour later, we were back in the Jeep heading over to the local White Spot restaurant for breakfast.  White Spot is another of those wonderful restaurant chains that only exists in the western portion of the country.  Their menu was comparable to Humpty’s and their burgers simply cannot be beat, but this morning we gorged ourselves with the breakfast menu.

 

“So bud, after we visit with the Masons and then Vancouver Island, we’re heading into the north,” I remarked.

 

“I can’t wait.  It’ll bet it’ll amazing,” Josh said enthusiastically.

 

“It will be great, but we need to keep our wits about us.  Up there, we’ll be as good as all alone at certain points.  We need to pay close attention to every detail and not make any mistakes.”

 

“Keep an eye on how the Jeep’s running, make sure we don’t run out of gas, water or food; right?”

 

“Yeah, we need to do all those things, but we also need to keep an eye on road conditions, weather, and wildlife.”

 

“Wildlife?”  Josh asked.

 

“Yeah, when we camp out, we need to be very aware of our surroundings AND we need to take precautions against bears and things.  We need to keep all food out of the tent and we need to keep an eye on Brutus.  Most wild animals will go the other way if they sense us, but if a bear or something gets curious, Brutus will probably be our best early warning.  He’ll probably sense wild animals long before we will.”

 

“Kind of a four legged burglar alarm, eh?”

 

“Pretty much.  Do you remember all the safety stuff that I taught you about firearms?”

 

“Yeah, I memorized that stuff,” Josh replied.

 

“Good; because up in the territories, we’re going to sleep with the rifles in our tent and whenever we go into the bush, we’ll be taking the rifles with us.  I’ll take the .308 and you’ll carry the .22.”

 

“Cool!” Josh exclaimed.

 

After breakfast, we located a local laundromat and got our clothes washed and dried.  Before taking the short drive to Burnaby, we visited the local mall and again restocked our supplies for the drive north.  We also hit the local Canadian Tire store and purchased a couple of additional boxes of .308 Winchester ammunition and a brick of 500 rounds of .22 ammo.

 

Before long, we were driving up the Mason’s driveway.  I’d barely parked the Jeep when the front door flew open and Shelly, followed closely by her brother Eddie ran towards us.  I could see that Shelly had a lot more colour in her face than she had before and obviously had more energy.  She was dressed in a pair of shorts, a t-shirt and a baseball cap.  Debbie and Trevor weren’t far behind their excited kids.

 

Josh opened his door and stepped out with Brutus right at his heels.  “Happy Birthday Shelly!” he said with a big heart warming smile.

 

Shelly threw her arms around him and gave him a big hug just before she noticed Brutus.

 

“Who’s that?”  Shelly asked.

 

“His name’s Brutus.  We found him back in Alberta.  He has a sister named Daisy.  She stayed with Mark and Bryan.”

 

“Oh he’s so cute!”  Shelly said and then knelt down beside the puppy.

 

Brutus, who was on his best behavior, sat down promptly, and offered up his paw for Shelly to shake.

 

“He’s smart too!”  Shelly said enthusiastically.

 

“What kind of dog is he?” Eddie asked.

 

“The vet said he’s part German Shepherd and part Black Lab,” Josh replied.

 

“He’s adorable,” Debbie said as she arrived at the side of the Jeep.

 

“You don’t mind having him around do you?” I asked.

 

“Hell no,” Trevor replied.  “He looks like a friendly little critter and the kids seen to love him.”

 

“Why don’t you boys grab your bags and we’ll get you settled into the guest room, and then we’ll have some lunch before the party guests arrive,” Debbie suggested.

 

“Sounds good.  I know Josh will never turn down food,” I chuckled.

 

“Eddie’s the same way.  I can’t believe how much boys eat,” Debbie replied.

 

Josh and I grabbed our overnight bags along with Brutus’ stuff and we followed the Masons into the house.  Their house was an immaculate two-story home with a double car garage located at the end of a cul-de-sac and featured an expansive lawn with plenty of tree cover. 

 

“The guest room is at the top of the stairs, at the end of the hall on the right,” Trevor said.

 

“Eddie, why don’t you go show them,” Debbie suggested.

 

Eddie happily obliged and scampered up the stairs in front of Josh and me.   He led us to a small green painted room with a single king sized bed, a dresser and a desk. 

 

“Will you guys be OK here?”  Debbie asked from the doorway as Josh and I put away clean clothes from the laundromat.

 

“We’ll be just fine.  Thanks,” I replied.

 

“I’m glad.  When you’re done, come on out to the back yard.  Trevor has some burgers cooking on the barbecue.”

 

“I could go for some burgers right about now,” Josh announced.

 

In the last hour of peace before Shelly’s friends arrived for her birthday party, the six of us dined on hamburgers and homemade potato salad.  When we finished eating, Josh Shelly, Eddie, and Brutus went and played in the back yard giving me a chance to talk to Debbie and Trevor.

 

“Shelly’s looking better,” I observed.

 

“We can’t believe the change in her.  Since the trip to Alberta and meeting Josh, we’ve been seeing signs of her old self,” Debbie said softly.

 

“She isn’t out of the woods yet,” Trevor remarked.  “But the doctors are giving us hope.”

 

“You know what the pediatric oncologist said?”  Debbie asked.

 

“What?”

 

“He said that the science of this disease is pretty straight forward and, unfortunately, doesn’t offer much hope.  He also said that in his experience, the human spirit, when properly motivated, regularly beats the science.”

 

“I hope this is one of those cases,” I said with a wan smile.

 

“I can’t help but think that it’s Josh who is somehow giving Shelly that motivation,” Debbie said.

 

“He does tend to have a strong affect on people; myself included,” I said thoughtfully.  “There’s something about him that I just can’t place.”

 

“Shelly is madly in love with him,” Trevor chuckled.

 

“Well, I know that Josh has a real soft spot in his heart for her too.”  I commented.  “I know he’s encouraged by her devotion to life and in the fullness of time, I think they’ll be a good support for one another.”

 

I watched as Debbie’s brow furrowed and she spoke hesitantly.  “Tom . . .  that’s very nice of you to say, but you live in Toronto . . .  and the geography will make a big difference in how often they can see each other.”

 

“Well,” I grinned at the warmth of my thoughts, “Things have kinda changed since we saw you in Alberta.  Bryan, Mark, Josh, and myself; all want Josh and I to move to Calgary.... we’re hoping in about thirty months when Josh turns sixteen.  We’d make it sooner if we could, but right now, Josh needs the influence of his mother as well.”

 

Debbie’s smile grew into a half laugh, half giggle.  “Tom that’s wonderful!  Shelly will be thrilled that he’ll be closer; we all will.”

 

Trevor’s eyes and face revealed the same emotion.  “Tom, that is good news.  My God, that’s only a day’s drive away.”  He paused for a moment, raised his chin, and stared at me.  “The four of you are... quite close ....?”

 

“Yes Trevor, we are,” I said seriously, thinking about the motive of his question.  Then with a slight smile, I added, “as you realize from the medal ceremony, we have quite a history together.  Bryan and Mark had to leave their home in Toronto because of an abusive father.  Although they’re brothers, Bryan has become a dad to Mark as I have to Josh.  Both boys are at that stage in their lives where they need gentle guidance and support as they’re reaching adulthood, and as you’ve seen, both boys have made it easy for us.”  I paused for a moment, wondering if I should drop the subject there, but decided to let the cards fall where they may, hoping that I wouldn’t jeopardize any relationship between Josh and Shelly.  As my chest tightened, all I could do was blurt it out, “Bryan is gay, I’m basically bisexual and we’re very much in love.  I do hope that doesn’t shock your sensibilities, but it’s who we are and we realize we didn’t have a choice in the matter.  It would’ve been nice if Bryan’s father had felt the same way.”

 

“You didn’t shock our sensibilities at all,” Trevor smiled warmly.  “We rather suspected as much and I’m glad that you’re being honest with yourself and that you trusted us enough to tell us.  It does beg the question though; are Josh and Mark comfortable with your relationship with Bryan?”

 

Before I answered, a long heavy sigh released the tension from my chest because of their acceptance.  “On that trip through Alberta,” I couldn’t keep from laughing from relief and at the memory, “they did all they could to push us together.  Mark and Josh honestly wanted our relationship to happen and I’m happy to say that everyone in my family is in agreement with them.”

 

“Tom, I’m very happy for you and Bryan too, of course.”  Debbie said smiling.  “I should explain that Trevor and I have researched a lot about what’s it like for a gay teenager growing up and although it’ll be a few years before Eddie will know for himself, we thought as all responsible parents should, we’d have to be ready with the right answers.  In part, we gained this insight from a few gay people that Trevor works with.  Tolerance is not the word to use in a confrontation between gay and straight; acceptance and consideration for another person’s right to be themselves without bringing harm to anyone, is the better solution.  Pardon me for prying, but was there any sexual abuse in Bryan’s home with his father?”

 

“No,” I replied, “Thank God, but there was physical beatings and verbal abuse.  Now though, their father’s suffering for it with loneliness, and Bryan and Mark are making a happy life for themselves...” but then I added as a point of clarification, “...each with their own relationships.”

 

“From watching the medal presentation in Ottawa,” Trevor said, “Brian has every right to be proud of Mark, just as you must be proud of Josh.”

 

“PROUD!”  I exclaimed.  “You have no idea!”  I went on to tell them about the surprise the three of us had in Gatineau, Quebec, when Josh came to our rescue with his bilingual abilities.

 

Trevor sort of closed the subject as he looked out in the yard watching the kids playing.  “Tom, I think you’re right, they will be good support for each other.”

 

While the kids and Brutus continued having fun in the back yard, we cleared away the lunch dishes and prepared for Shelly’s birthday party.  Before we knew it, her friends began to arrive and I began to feel a little sorry for Josh.  By the time all of Shelly’s guests arrived, with the exception of Eddie, Josh was the only boy in a crowd of about ten girls between the age of ten and twelve.  More than a few of Shelly’s guests were quite obviously gaga over Josh, but he was a good sport about it and he took it all in stride.

 

The highlight of the party came after dinner when Shelly was presented with her birthday cake and gifts.  Debbie, who was a very talented cake decorator had created a cake in the shape of a horse and had used coloured icing to create a surprising amount of detail.  The cake was a hit with all the guests but the best was yet to come.

 

Shelly began opening her gifts and she received quite an array of clothing, CDs and books.  Her parents and brother gave her a new bicycle.  She opened Josh’s gift last.  When she opened the box, she just stared at it for a moment without saying a word.  She then reached into the box and opened the locket to look at the photo inside.  After a couple of seconds, she placed the locket on the table, turned to Josh, catching him totally off guard; she placed a kiss right on his lips.

 

Josh turned about 15 shades of red and then smiled sheepishly.  Evidently he had enjoyed his first kiss.

 

“Thank you Josh, I’ll never take this off,” Shelly said enthusiastically as she put the locket around her neck.

 

“You’re welcome,” he managed to croak out.

 

“Oh Josh, that’s beautiful,” Debbie said and reached across the table to gently squeeze his hand.

 

Shelly’s friends gathered around her and admired her beautiful new locket.  I swore that at that moment, Shelly looked healthier and happier than I had ever seen her.  He cheeks had a wonderful rosy colour to them and her eyes were virtually sparkling.  I reached my arm over and placed it around Josh’s shoulders.  When he looked at me, I winked at him and smiled warmly.  It was all the communications that we needed between us.

 

Brutus seemed to be really enjoying the party too.  Shelly and all her guests had been fawning all over him and he was in puppy heaven.  From the looks of his belly, I was pretty certain that he had received more than his fill of table scraps compliments of Shelly’s guests.

 

By the time the party wore down and the guests began to leave, it was obvious that the day had taken its toll on Shelly.  She still looked radiantly happy, but she was obviously tired out.  After kissing her parents and hugging Josh, she headed off to bed.  I was actually amazed, just a couple of weeks earlier, she never would have had the energy to enjoy such a birthday bash.

 

Eddie was pretty tired too and he headed off to bed as well after helping his parents, Josh and me clean up the mess.  Josh, Shelly’s parents and I sat down in the living room

 

“Josh, that was a wonderful gift that you gave Shelly,” Debbie said.  “I haven’t seen her so happy in a very long time.”

 

“I knew it was perfect for her as soon as I saw it,” he replied.  Josh went on to tell Debbie and Trevor all about the locket and where he got it.

 

“You’re a remarkable young man Josh.  You have no idea how much you’re helping Shelly.  Since she met you, she’s turned around 100%,” Trevor said.

 

“I told you earlier that the doctors are giving us some hope.  They had previously said that it wasn’t possible or even worthwhile to give her anymore chemotherapy.  Since she’s doing so much better, they’re willing to try a new, experimental chemo drug that they think might help her.”

 

“That’s great,” Josh said.

 

“That’s wonderful news,” I added.

 

“It is, but if it shows promise, she’ll probably need a couple of rounds of treatment and the doctors said we’ll need to convince the province to fully fund it.  Normally, they don’t fully fund experimental treatments.”

 

I could tell what Josh was thinking before he said a word.

 

“I’ll bet I can help with that.  It’s sometimes embarrassing, but people recognize me all over the place these days and maybe I can use that somehow.  I’m going to be on the Air Farce show sometime after we get home.  Maybe I can do something there too.”

 

“I bet you probably could too.  Josh, I think you could sell ice to Eskimos,” Debbie laughed.  “Every little bit will help.”

 

Josh was the next to turn in for the night about an hour later.  We had a big day ahead of us and we were both looking forward to the upcoming ferry ride to Vancouver Island.  Before Josh headed up to bed, he got his customary hug from me and a very heartfelt hug from both Debbie and Trevor.

 

“That boy is going far,” Trevor remarked after Josh headed upstairs. 

 

“I agree.  I can’t place it but I somehow feel ‘touched’ when I’m around him.  I don’t know what the world has in store for Josh, but he’s going to take the tiger by the tail and hold the world in the palm of his hand,” Debbie added.

 

“I get the same feeling.  Since he adopted me, I’ve felt like my life has a new purpose and a new direction.”

 

After watching the 11:00 news, the Masons and I bid each other goodnight and headed off to bed.  Before retiring to the guest room, I went outside to the back yard with Brutus to give him a chance to do his business for the night.  When he was done, I entered the guest room and undressed as quietly as I could so as not to disturb Josh.  Josh was lying on his side, snoring away.  I climbed in next to him and it didn’t take him long to roll over and snuggle up to me. 

 

My last thoughts of the day came as relief and happiness.  I’d taken a big risk in coming out to the Mason’s that afternoon.  If it turned out that they were homophobic, how would it have affected Josh and Shelly, or Josh and I?  The ramifications of that happening would have been endless.  However the outcome had made me happy, we could add another family to our set of close friends, thanks to Josh.  Within minutes, I was sound asleep.

 

The next morning, Josh and I joined the Masons for a large, sit down breakfast before loading up the Jeep and preparing to depart for Vancouver.  We both wished that we could have spent more time with the Masons, but we had a pretty tight schedule to keep with our trip being nearly half complete.

 

When we were finally ready to leave, it was an emotional scene.  Debbie, Trevor, and Eddie all said their goodbyes to Josh and me and there were hugs all around.  I lifted Shelly up and kissed her lightly on the cheek.  “Take care Shelly and keep getting better,” I said.

 

“I will,” she said and smiled broadly then hugged me tightly.

 

Josh and Shelly then hugged each other tightly and exchanged a brief kiss.

 

“I love you Josh,” I heard Shelly say.

 

“I love you too Shelly,” Josh replied.

 

After Brutus received a last round of pats and belly scratches, the three of us boarded the Jeep and headed back towards the coast.

 

“You really made Shelly happy Joshy,” I said as we entered the highway.

 

“I know.  She really loved the locket.  Dad, I think I really do love her,” Josh replied.  “How do I know for sure?”

 

“That’s a tough one bud.  You just know.  Listen to your heart kiddo,” I said.  “At the end of each day, reflect on where your thoughts of Shelly have been.  In time, your thoughts and concerns will tell you.  Josh, yesterday I really stepped out on a limb.  I told Debbie and Trevor that Bryan and I are a gay couple.  Before I told them, I was really scared of what might have happened between you and Shelly if they were a little homophobic.  In the end it was OK, they completely understood; in fact, they had already suspected.”

 

Josh laughed.  “Dad, you had nothing to worry about.  I’d already told Shelly and she thought it was nice.  I’d asked her about what her mom and dad might think and she told me they probably wouldn’t care.  I’m sure if they weren’t cool with it though, Shelly and I could have straightened them out.”

 

“Oh really Mr. Chambers,” I chided as he continued grinning at me, “and just how would you have done that?”

 

Josh started laughing again, “Charm dad, just a touch of charm.”  His laughter was contagious, as was his infectious charm.  Once we settled down, Josh asked, “Where are we off to now?”

 

“Well son, we’ll see the sights in Vancouver and then tomorrow we’ll head over to Vancouver Island.”

 

As I Josh and I continued to talk about our day’s destination, I glanced into my rearview mirror and noticed a large truck coming up behind us at a pretty good clip.  He was pretty far back, but gaining quickly.

 

“Look at this jerk,” I said to Josh and pointed to the rear of the Jeep.

 

“Holy crap he’s going fast,” Josh observed.

 

I glanced at my speedometer and saw that we were doing about 120 km/h and the truck was still gaining rapidly on us. 

 

“Hold on Josh!”  I shouted as the truck raced for our rear bumper and then swerved into the next lane with only seconds and inches to spare.  The blast of displaced air slammed the Jeep and I felt it begin to slide onto the gravel shoulder.  I hammered the brakes and felt the ABS pulse back against my foot and I fought for steering control.  After a couple of fish tails, I managed to get back onto the centre of my lane.

 

“Jesus H. Christ!”  I shouted.  “Are you ok?”

 

“Yeah, I’m fine.  That was pretty scary,” Josh remarked.

 

“I swear I’ll kill that bastard if I ever encounter him again.”  Over my years of driving, I’d seen young drivers perform foolish acts in their vehicles, but I’d never been a victim of their aggressive manners.

 

“It was a red cab with blue markings,” Josh informed me.

 

“Did you notice a name on the trailer?”

 

“No, it was going too fast.  I’d recognize that cab anywhere though.”

 

At that moment, I would have cheerfully strangled the driver who had nearly run us off the road.  The guy was obviously a maniac who, in all likelihood was going to get someone killed. 

 

“I wish we’d managed to get the plate number.  The Mounties would have had a thing or two to say to that asshole,” I muttered in disgust.

 

Before long, we arrived in Vancouver and began our whirlwind tour.  We parked the Jeep and began our exploration at BC Place stadium, the home of the BC Lions CFL team.  After that, we took a tour of GM Place, the home of the Vancouver Canucks NHL team.  From there, we visited Vancouver Library Square that bares a striking resemblance to the Roman Coliseum and then took a walking tour along Burrard Street through the downtown core.

 

“This is a beautiful city,” Josh remarked.

 

“Yeah, it’s a whole different pace from what we experience in Toronto.  It seems a whole lot more relaxed.”

 

“The view of the mountains is amazing too.  Good thing they didn’t block it out with a whole lot of big buildings.”

 

“I think they planned it that way.  I’m pretty sure that I read somewhere that they limited the height of downtown buildings so as not to obstruct the view of the mountains.”

 

“Good thinking,” Josh smiled.

 

“How about we catch a ride on the Sky Train to get back to the Jeep,” I suggested.

 

“What’s the sky train?”  Josh asked.

 

“It’s kind of like a subway but it’s above ground.  Part of it crosses the Fraser River on a huge suspension bridge.”

 

“That sounds like fun.”

 

We boarded the Sky Train and rode back to the Stadium-Chinatown station and retrieved the Jeep.  From there, we drove to the west side of the downtown core and soon found ourselves on Sunset beach.

 

“Wow, look at this place!”  Josh exclaimed.

 

Sunset beach is a breathtakingly beautiful expanse of sandy beach located close to the famed Burrard Street Bridge in downtown Vancouver.  It’s staffed with lifeguards throughout the summer months and offers a wide variety of concession stands and other facilities.  It’s crisscrossed with bike, walking, and inline skating paths, some of which lead up to Stanley Park, our next destination.

 

Before heading to Stanley Park, we parked the Jeep and got out to walk around and to give Brutus some exercise.

 

“I’m hungry,” Josh announced.  “Let’s grab some hotdogs over at that stand.”

 

“That sounds good,” I replied and we walked over to a hotdog cart just beyond the parking area.  I ordered a sausage on a bun for myself, while Josh ordered two jumbo hotdogs with all the toppings.  We both had iced tea to drink.

 

With Brutus in tow, we began to walk down the beach while eating our lunch.  By the time we finished eating, we had arrived at the Vancouver Aquatic Centre that features an Olympic sized pool.  Just beyond it, there was a leash free zone where dogs were allowed to run free and play with other dogs.

 

“We have to take Brutus over there,” Josh said.

 

“I’ll bet he’ll get a kick out of that.”

 

We headed to the leash free zone and as we approached, Brutus began to get excited.  He could see and hear all the other dogs and he was anxious to get to play with them.  We made our way through the gate and then we unsnapped Brutus’s leash.  The little dog took off like a shot and went tearing after a large golden retriever who was after a Frisbee thrown by his master.  It was pretty funny listening to his high pitched bark as he playfully chased bigger dogs all over the place.

 

It was a good thing that adult dogs generally have good tolerance for puppies because I’m sure that some of them would have been pretty annoyed with Brutus’ juvenile antics.  Brutus was quite a real hit with the other dog owners who were there.  When he wasn’t racing around at something near the speed of light, he was busy showing off for the other dog owners.  He was quite the little ham too.  He would sit and offer to shake a paw and roll over on his back so people could scratch his belly.  People just loved him.

 

When Brutus began to run out of steam, we reattached his leash and made our way back to the Jeep.  The little dog had definitely enjoyed being able to play with other dogs for a change and he’d tired himself out.  As soon as he climbed into the Jeep, he curled up on the back seat and went right to sleep.

 

We drove the short distance to Stanley Park and began what would be an abbreviated exploration.  It was one of those places that we wished we had more time to check out.  Unfortunately, our tight schedule only allowed us a few hours to explore it.

 

We entered the park and followed North Lagoon Drive past the Vancouver Aquarium towards Brockton Point and the world famous totem poles.  The totem poles are the most often visited tourist attraction in British Columbia.  The towering structures were ornately carved and beautifully painted.  The poles are actually exact replicas of originals that had been carved more than one hundred years earlier.  The originals had been displayed until the elements began to take their toll on them.  Eventually, they were moved to museums and replaced with the replicas.

 

We parked the Jeep and got out to shoot photos and video footage of the poles before heading to the famous Sea Wall.  The Sea Wall is almost 9 km long and completely surrounds the park.  There is a trail, known as the Sea Wall Walk that follows the sea wall all the way around the park but we were pretty worn out from our earlier walking tour and we only managed to walk about a kilometre of it before turning back.  Even Brutus was exhausted and Josh ended up carrying him most of the way.

 

After dropping Brutus off at the Jeep, we went in search of dinner.  We ended up stopping at a quaint little fish and chips restaurant.  We both had the surf-and-turf platter that included a nice steak and a great assortment of seafood.

 

We got back to the Jeep and headed back towards the Stanley Park Causeway.  The Causeway cuts a swath right through the middle of the park and leads the way to the well known Lions Gate Bridge.  We crossed the Lions Gate Bridge and then headed down to the lower east side of the city.

 

“Joshy, we’re going to drive through an area that isn’t quite as nice as what we’ve seen so far, but I think it’s important to see it.”

 

“Where is it?”

 

“It’s known as the lower east side.  It’s a pretty depressing place from what I understand.  It’s a poor area with a lot of drug and prostitution problems.  There are even boys and girls your age out there working as prostitutes.”

 

“Dad that’s awful,” Josh replied. 

 

“It is awful.  We’re not going to stay there for very long.  We aren’t even going to stop if we can avoid it,” I replied.

 

It was just beginning to get dark when we arrived in the area of the lower east side.  The buildings were in stark contrast to the gleaming towers of the downtown core and the beauty of Stanley Park.  Prostitutes and questionable looking characters occupied most street corners and run down looking cars cruised the streets stopping occasionally.  I looked over at Josh and he looked a little pale.  He had a look of deep concentration etched on his face as he stared out the windows of the Jeep. 

 

I heard a small gasp from Josh as we passed the next street corner.  There was a young girl standing there in a min-skirt and fishnet stockings.  She looked to be barely older than Josh.  Josh, who had been using the video camera to shoot some pictures looked visibly shaken and set the camera down.

 

“I think I’ve seen enough of this Dad,” he said softly.

 

“I know bud.  I think I have too.” 

 

I turned the Jeep down the next street with the hope of being able to loop back and return the way we’d come.  After making the turn onto the side street, I noticed a red and blue cab from a transport truck.

 

“Dad, isn’t that the guy who nearly ran us off the road this morning?”  Josh asked.

 

“I think it might be,” I replied.  “Get the camera and get some pictures as we drive by.”

 

I drove slowly past the truck as Josh filmed as much of it as he could.  As we passed it, I noticed what looked like a struggle going on inside.  Just beyond the truck, I did a U-turn and parked behind a van.  I wanted to get out and get a closer look at the truck and what was going on inside.

 

“Why are we stopping?”  Josh asked.

 

“There’s something going on over there.  Someone might be in trouble,” I replied.  No sooner had I said that, when the passenger door of the truck flew open and a disheveled looking young girl that appeared to have a bloody nose, jumped out and fled down the street away from us, as a man jumped out of the driver’s side of the truck.   I was about to jump out of the Jeep when Josh shouted.

 

“Dad wait!  THAT’S BOB!”

 

That froze me in my tracks.  Sure enough, I looked through the windshield of the Jeep and there was Bob with a crazed look on his face shouting obscenities at the fleeing young girl.  Josh was filming the whole thing with the video camera and I grabbed the digital camera and rifled off a bunch of photos.  Bob either couldn’t see us or he didn’t realize that it was my Jeep.  The tinted windows made most of the interior or the Jeep largely invisible.

 

“Fuck!”  I exclaimed.  “This isn’t good at all bud.  I’m sorry that I ever questioned your judgment about Bob.”

 

“That’s alright Dad.  I just had a feeling about him.  We have to tell Mom about this,” Josh said urgently.

 

“I know, lets just see what else he does.  I have a bad feeling that underage hookers aren’t the only reason he’s down here.”