And motorbikes and some breed of dogs.
Do you remember how at the beginning when I first came to live in London, I was scared of them. Remember how I used to put on all the brakes if I saw a huge truck or buses or vans further down the road. That’s because they scare me when I was wandering around on the streets.
But now this in my city, my neighbourhood and full of confidence I have come into my own. I am opinionated and when I don’t like something, I am very vocal!
So the other day when we were taking photos on Kings Road with Freddie and DarcyWhen I noticed these wretched trucks, vans and motorbikes going up and down the road.They were distracting me from posing – like my sis and Freddie do so well.
So off I ran into the road to tell the truck what I think of it!
ARK! ARK! ARK! ARK! ARK ARK! ARK! ARK! ARK!
Well, you know what? The truck got the message. It stopped and listened to me as I told it off! See, Mum! I will protect you and Darcy from all these menaces!!!!I love my quiet moments at home but on the street, I do my battles!
May’s comment: And from the sidewalk where we were left standing in shock, that freakin’ dog scared the daylights out of EVERYONE!!!
We were outside the Chelsea Fire Station taking photos with poppies when George could only focus on the traffic passing by. He absolutely hates them! Despises them! He’s on the lookout for them – to the point that we can’t walk down the busy London streets without him barking!!!!
George, Darcy and Freddie were posing with poppies outside the Fire Station when a very large truck was coming down the busy King’s Road. Instead of focusing on what we were doing, he decided to go after it! He ran past all of us at lightning speed – right past five humans, two taking photos and three watching and a fireman who had come out to see what we were doing. While he was barking his head off and running towards the oncoming truck we all screamed. Thankfully the truck was moving slowly as it had just left a traffic light and the driver heard him barking. He came to a halt while George in full mode of anger expressed his hatred at the huge truck. The fireman ran into the road and I ran followed but he was so annoyed he was scampering – and we feared if he would run onto the next oncoming car! The fireman finally managed to grab a hold of him. Immediately, he stopped barking and had the look of – “what’s the problem?” blinking and lowered his head.
George can be the most endearing little thing at home. But a complete rascal when outside. All this is relatively new – maybe since early this year. We’ve had now three incidences when he could have been run over by vans/trucks!
The first time it happened, we were standing on a street corner when he saw a van turning the corner and he was so angry, he jerked and the leash escaped my grip. He took off down the road chasing after the van. Thankfully we were on a quiet residential street. Two passers-by saw what was happening. One of them stepped out on the road when the van stopped at the crossing and quickly grabbed his leash while he was barking his head off at the van.
The second time we were in Green Park – several dogs running around, when one of the Royal Park trucks was coming down the path faster than 5mph! George spotted the truck and charged towards it! We screamed! The truck driver stopped and looked at us in disgust. That’s unusual as they are always very aware of dogs off leads. Well, he shouldn’t have been going that fast and George shouldn’t have been running towards a moving truck! OMG!!!!
We seem to have developed anger management issues. George was not like that when he first arrived. In fact he was scared of large vehicles. He would put on all four brakes when he spotted them far down the road. Today his confidence is getting him into trouble. Since early this year he had taken to barking at them. We live in a big city and there are constantly trucks, vans and motorbikes on the road. I cannot walk out the door and avoid any of these vehicles. Funny thing is he doesn’t bark at buses – maybe because we travel on buses and he maybe that’s why he gets them.
It is annoying and embarrassing when he’s barking at them as we walk along. He does stop barking when I pick him up – but that is not a solution. I cannot be carrying him. And for now, he can’t be let off leash – even in the park. We take two steps forward and one step back.