You see, on most days when the English weather brings the rain, and more rain, or when the days are closed over and the temperatures are cold, when the grounds are muddied – the parks are ours to run and chase squirrels and roll around. But once the sun comes out and especially on a weekend, the fair-weather hoomans come out in droves! Is there a party we have been invited to?People, people everywhere with lots of tempting picnics, including ourselves. Our friend Fred, the miniature schnauzer from Marlow, came to London with his family, and they too thought it would be a fun thing to do …Except our hoomans did not have much peace as we kept butting our noses into their food.And George took a bite out of Jane’s sandwich! That streak of street dog speed still has not left him.
But why were they eating at ground level which is our territory.
The multitudes even took over the waters …Where there were usually swans that hiss at us when we walk past the Serpentine Lake, the lake was populated with blue paddling boats and no wildlife in sight!Come back swans – we miss you!
As the grassy lawns of Kensington Gardens were invaded by fair-weather hoomans With tempting picnics strewn all over including litter and overflowing rubbish bins – Mummy did not allow us to run like we always do …She didn’t trust us not to go scavenging. There are pluses and minuses even on a beautiful sunny Sunday.
Bring back the wet and wintry weather! We want our parks back – because only the diehards like us uses the parks rain or shine.
May’s comment: Beautiful weekend weather and everyone had the same idea of picnic in the park! Must remember that the next time. By day’s end, the park was littered with rubbish, the bins were overflowing and cyclists don’t seem to be able to read “No Cycling” signage.
The lesson – when the weekend weather is glorious in London, avoid the parks around lunch time! Too many people sitting around for them to run freely, too many picnics to tempt them and too many dogs – big and small, usually not a problem but if three German Shepherds arrive on the scene, Darcy starts to bark at them and even though she will lower it to a growl because I tell her to stop barking, George on the hand starts a racket that cannot be stopped. He becomes so angry that no one can stop him. I don’t think he even knows why he is barking. Maybe because Darcy had told him what happened to her once upon a time. So now he thinks its his duty to protect her. When he was barking his head off today, Darcy tried to stop him and he got made at Darcy! What was that all about?
Anyway, must remember, to enjoy beautiful weekend weather with dogs in park – go early, enjoy the quiet before the crowds arrive. The dogs will be less stressed. And I will be less stressed.