I was about to meet
Mike my husband off the London train late one Friday night, the station was not
in a particularly salubrious area of a nearby town. As I was getting ready my
mother in law who was staying with us at the time said “Lock the car doors and
take Tedder with you”. Over cautious I thought but decided to heed her advice.
Tedder having once
shot off the back seat when we braked hard now took up residence in the back
foot well. Just before I left, as instructed, I locked both the passenger and
driver’s doors more to please my mother in law than for security.
It was just as well
she had suggested it, as I stopped at some traffic lights a man from the
pavement grabbed at the passenger door handle, Tedder who had been completely
hidden in the back leapt up barking at the window. If it had not been so
serious it would have been funny the man’s face changing from aggression to
fear in a millisecond. He left go of the door handle and fled, it was quite a
temptation to release Tedder and let him go after him. But I thought too much
of my dog than to let him tear up my would be assailant.
Looking back on it,
in a case like that I would normally have left Tedder at home with my mother in
law and I never normally drive with the car doors locked, the consequences
don’t bare thinking about. Now Tedder
and my mother in law are long dead and I still don’t lock my car doors but then
I live in a wonderful and peaceful area of the country and my husband no longer
has to visit London, in fact he is now my guard dog.
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