Mum had a busy week and she said today, we have to do hooman things. That means no park walk.
Instead we got on the Nr. 11 bus along King’s Road. Because the sun was out, the bus was quite crowded for a Saturday morning. Mum told me had to sit by myself.
We got off at Duke of York Square … going to Mum’s first appointment.
While Mum was getting her hair done …
Phew! That was just a joke. I know my fringe is bit long but I don’t think Richard Ward has the right shears for my hair.
When we exited Richard Ward, it was habit that Mum walked into Zara – but with the recent decluttering and having seen how much stuff she has, we walked right out.
We crossed over the Square and Mum went into Aesop’s to get some bath oil for herself – she’s thinking of a nice hot bath for tonight. She asked if we would like the body wash for us.
Next stop – lunch! When we crossed over to the other side of King’s Road, we saw some “doggies” in the Trotter’s Children’s Wear window –
There were so many choices for lunch – Wulf and Lamb? Colbert? Han’s Grill? Mum decided to go to Poilane …
As usual it’s busy and full …
One more stop before walking home.
Waterstone’s is the other place Mum can’t help but stop in each time we walk along – always in search for new books for Little Tyke and Mini Tyke.
Along the way, we keep seeing these signs …
Quite a bit has changed since I first came to live in London with Mum. We get the feeling that people are starting to understand that we are not “just dogs” – that we are part of the family or at least a very close friend.
Walking along happily on King’s Road, suddenly we hear barking …
There are ever so many pooches up and down the road. So many of us!
Of course we can’t ever walk past Love My Human before stopping in. This time, to drop off some of our new cards.
And while there, we met Sooty’s mum.
When we finally got home – six hours later, we were zonked!
May’s comment: There are days when I wonder how a dog ended up in my life. Holding their leashes in my hand, I look at these two four-legged furry beings at the end of them – and think they are my “responsibilities.” I call them my fur-kids. Just a decade ago, it would surprise anyone that I would or could be so dog-centric. How did I end up here??!?!! That was what I thought today – as I caught a reflection of myself while waiting for the lifts at Peter Jones. I took the lifts because I couldn’t carry them both up the escalator.
It was a beautiful day, though feeling a little rough, and instead of taking them to the park, I had things to do and they were coming with me – everywhere! And as we went through the morning, going into every store, having lunch together and just getting on with life, there are signs of change.
Today, London is a lot more dog-friendly than when I first had Darcy. Just being able to do everyday things with them without hesitation – we have come a long way.
As for those two fur-kids, well, sometimes we don’t know what we need until we have them. I am in a different space now and yes, people can change! I’m evidence!