A friend sent me this story and it spoke to me. If reincarnation is real, I hope this is my future. I am like Boji very happy when I am traveling on transit vehicles.
https://www.cnn.com/interactive/2021/10/travel/dog-istanbul-boji-cnnphotos/
I lit it up for you. Good story!
Istanbul not only cares for it's stray animals but lets them stray. Reminded me of our very own Ownie the Mail Dog. I've taken friends to the Smithsonian Postal Museum's Ownie exhibit.
"A Pittsburgh Album" has a picture of "little Jimmy Crawford" in the motorman's seat. He apparently was somewhat of a Pittsburgh Railways mascot and wanted to to be a motorman when he grew up. I wonder if that happened.
Rick
rixflix aka Captain Video. Blessed be Jean Shepherd and all His works!!! Hooray for 1939, the all time movie year!!! I took that ride on the Reading but my Baby caught the Katy and left me a mule to ride.
There is a movie about an Australian dog that did much the same travel in the Pilbara, riding on the Hamersley Iron ore trains and local buses and getting rides in cars. The movie is called "Red Dog". This occurred while I was working in the Pilbara, and I recall being told about the dog but I never saw it (since I worked for Mt Newman Mining and only occasionally vsied Hamersley Iron.
I came across a dog that liked to watch trains. This was a big dog, that looked like a Boxer breed but was black. He would sit on a pedestrian brige over the line and when he heard a train coming, he would point towards it. When the train arrived, he would run in a tight circle above the train as though he was chasing his own tail and he kept this up until the train had passed.
Being a dog, he could hear a train well before I could so I learnt to watch which way he was pointing...
Peter
This would be as opposed to a dog a short line engineer told me about.
They were outbound to serve a customer when a dog appeared on/near the tracks. They hit it with the plow pilot, sending it rolling away from the train.
Apparently, it was uninjured, as exactly the same thing happened with the same dog on the return trip...
Larry Resident Microferroequinologist (at least at my house) Everyone goes home; Safety begins with you My Opinion. Standard Disclaimers Apply. No Expiration Date Come ride the rails with me! There's one thing about humility - the moment you think you've got it, you've lost it...
M636CThere is a movie about an Australian dog that did much the same travel in the Pilbara, riding on the Hamersley Iron ore trains and local buses and getting rides in cars. The movie is called "Red Dog". This occurred while I was working in the Pilbara, and I recall being told about the dog but I never saw it (since I worked for Mt Newman Mining and only occasionally vsied Hamersley Iron. I came across a dog that liked to watch trains. This was a big dog, that looked like a Boxer breed but was black. He would sit on a pedestrian brige over the line and when he heard a train coming, he would point towards it. When the train arrived, he would run in a tight circle above the train as though he was chasing his own tail and he kept this up until the train had passed. Being a dog, he could hear a train well before I could so I learnt to watch which way he was pointing... Peter
Sounds like you found a new breed - 'Directional Train Pointer'.
Never too old to have a happy childhood!
Thanks. Terrific bunch of stories. But I like cats too.
I emailed the URL to friends: Here is one response:
Thanks for the great story.Years ago, the dog of a cousin of mine living inAllston was featured in a similar story in one ofthe Boston newspapers. However that dog operatedon a much smaller scale than Boji.Charlie was a large basset hound. From hispuppyhood, my cousin used to take him with her onthe T while doing errands. The regular T driversgot to know Charlie well. He was a very sweet dogwhom everyone liked. One day, as a young dog, heapparently got bored at home. He decided to go byhimself down to the local bus stop where thedriver of the T bus runining along Bighton Av.let him on board. Charlie got off a few stopslater and entered the lobby of my cousin's bank,where he was well known. They gave him a coupleof dog treats, per routine, after which he leftthe bank, crossed Brighton Av. at a pedestrianlight, and waited at the bus stop for his ridehome. He would do this whenever the mood wouldstrike him, almost always during good weather.The local bank seemed to be his favoritedestination, but he'd also visit otherestablishments he learned about whileaccompanying my cousin on her errands. Some ofhis excursions would involve one or twotransfers. Many of the locals and T drivers likedto call him the Mayor of Allston.
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