We were house-sitting over the weekend when we were awoken on Sunday night, at about 3:30am to be precise, by a loud thud of a noise. George immediately started barking incessantly. It didn’t bother me.
It happens quite often that cars parked on this quiet street get broken into. Ever so often these horrible men would come flying down this one way street on a motorbike, and would stop at a car and smash the window. We have no idea what they were stealing but it’s a real nuisance for everyone because the car alarm goes off waking up the neighbourhood, and leave a scattering of shattered glass on the ground – which is not very nice for us to walk past.
When Mummy awoke to the banging noise, she was more concerned about George’s barking and immediately told George to stop. She listened to the thud, thud, thud of someone banging glass that took some effort to break through, and thought, oh, it’s another car being smashed. (I promise, we do live in a nice neighbourhood.) But the thudding didn’t stop. Maybe they were smashing more than one car this time. George couldn’t be calmed and was getting rather agitated. I did not budge, like Mummy, I am used to sounds in the night. The only time I ever bark is when I sense a fox lurking on the streets, or a neighbour I do not like going up the stairs.
Mummy told George to “Shush!” and reassured him it was ok. But it was starting to sound not so ok. As the banging intensified, the alarm sounded. Mummy finally got out of bed, curious to see where the sound was coming from. Just at that moment when she peered through the shutters, she saw a silver-grey electric car whizzing out from a side street, turned the corner and proceeded very quickly but quietly down the one way road. It struck her as odd. Maybe the car was going to pick up the hooligans bashing the cars down the road. She went back to bed, but the image of that car which coincided with the alarm kept up her curiousity.
A few minutes later, there were voices outside, across the street. This time, I growled while George was quietly listening, his ears were perked but made no sound. Mummy got up again to look out the window and this is what she saw – There were the police and neighbours, including the Pastor from the church down the road that were amongst the people standing around in front of the store across the street from the house. It was about 4 am. Only then did Mummy notice that the glass door of the shop was smashed to smithereens.
Should she go down and tell the police what she saw? Did it have a connection? She decided to put on a coat over her nightgown and walked out, leaving us barking behind the closed door.
The police were taking notes from everyone. Mummy related having seen a silver-grey medium-sized car driving off from the side street which was next to the shop. She told them how it raced out of the side street as the alarm was sounding but after the thudding had stopped. And she mentioned that it must have been an electric car as it drove very quietly. It suddenly caught the officer’s attention. That explained why no one else heard the getaway. One neighbour saw the breaking in but she didn’t have a view of the side road, and since the car drove quietly, she didn’t hear it. Mummy was the only witness to see that car. They took down her contact details before she came back to us.
We were relieved when she returned but were a little confused about all the activities in the middle of the night. I think Mummy felt like “Sherlock Holmes” for having noted the car and able to give them that missing piece of the puzzle. LOL!
May’s comment: I should have listened to George and got to the window sooner. I would have seen what was happening and called the police. Someone did call and they came as quickly as they could. But none of the neighbours were in a position to see the car whizzed away – quietly – with £10,000 of designer clothes. If I had realised it was a burglary, I would have attempted to catch sight of the license plate.
But what about that George, eh? Darcy didn’t budge – maybe it’s because I’ve always told her to “shush” when she growled at loud drunks walking down the road in the early mornings. So I guess she was doing what she was told. As for George, he barked and he barked and he couldn’t be calmed down.So proud of this little guy. I should have opened the window and let him bark to at least rattle the burglars. That would have got Darcy going as well and if they barked, the other dogs along the street might have as well. There are several dogs in the houses along the street but only George was barking! He’s a hero! He knew it was not a good sound.
I’ve always wondered if I should tell my dogs to stop barking when they hear noises. Maybe I should investigate the noises before I tell them it’s ok. They’re only protecting our territory. So after the other night, I am no longer going to tell my dogs to not bark in the middle of the night or whenever they hear strange noises outside. With them I feel better staying alone in a house.