Any one remember this little Canadian screen gem? Good lord, I cried every time I watched that dang show. It perplexed me that “Hobo” wouldn’t stay put and find a forever family. The other day I was musing how some people’s pets when they come to stay with us are truly remarkable in that they just “Move On In!” Their person leaves, and they go park themselves on the couch, like they have no worries in the world. I am not sure if it is that they are secure in the notion that you will return one day or that they just don’t give a damn. For some of our furry companions as long as someone is making sure the food and water dishes are full, that they are getting some stimulation and the occasional acknowledgement of their existence, they are happy. I think in some respects it is a breed thing, in other’s I think it might be a case of nurture verses nature. How an animal copes when their human leaves them with me is always interesting. There are the dogs that come in and run around and seem thrilled to be experiencing someplace new, and then three days in to their stay it hits them “Wait….where’s Bob? Is Bob coming back? I liked Bob…he eats real burgers, not like this lady who eats those blasted veggie concoctions!” There are those that lay by the door for the first day or two, they may pick at their food and sigh a lot, and then they realize just how enchanting I am and become my best friend. Suffice to say, our pets are always happy to see their family when they return, but if they run into me the majority of them will nuzzle up to me and let me know that I am a good surrogate Mom. “The Littlest Hobo” was billed as a German Shepherd , but I always thought the dog was a husky mix, whatever the case the dog was very noble and had a sense of wanderlust. We were the third family for our girl Nishka, we would hear stories from the other people how she would disappear for a week or two and then one day magically reappear. Personally, that would make me mental and I am glad that she never took off on us like that for an extended period. As I pottered around the house today I was humming “Maybe tomorrow, I’ll want to settle down, but until tomorrow, I’ll just keep moving on…” I wonder if they will ever bring a show like that back to television… Lassie, the Littlest Hobo…they will fur ever have a place in my heart.
(I have pasted the lyrics below…for those of you who start singing it and get stuck on a line…)
“There’s a voice that keeps on calling me
Down the road, that’s where I’ll always be.
Every stop I make, I make a new friend,
Can’t stay for long, just turn around and I’m gone again
Maybe tomorrow, I’ll want to settle down,
Until tomorrow, I’ll just keep moving on.
Down this road that never seems to end,
Where new adventure lies just around the bend.
So if you want to join me for a while,
Just grab your hat, we’ll travel light, that’s hobo style.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll want to settle down,
Until tomorrow, the whole world is my home.
So if you want to join me for a while,
Just grab your hat, we’ll travel light, that’s hobo style
Maybe tomorrow, I’ll want to settle down,
Until tomorrow, the whole world is my home.
There’s a world that’s waiting to unfold,
A brand new tale no-one has ever told.
We’ve journeyed far but you know it wont be long;
We’re almost there, we’ve paid our fare with a hobo song.
Maybe tomorrow, I’ll find what I call home,
Until tomorrow, you know I’m free to roam.
So if you want to join me for a while,
Just grab your hat, we’ll travel light, that’s hobo style.
Maybe tomorrow, I’ll want to settle down,
Until tomorrow, I’ll just keep moving on.
Until tomorrow, the whole world is my home.”
No Time To Paws 