pets in leeds: boltBack
There is only one thing that vexes Bolt. As he walks and runs around town and village streets, and through fields and along parkland paths, he’s trying to understand why everyone isn’t as friendly as he is.
Why, when he runs at top speed to high-five a stranger, do some not high-five him back? Don’t they want to be friends?
Well, never mind. Enough people do want to be friends that Bolt is happy to carry on being just as open and friendly to everyone as he wants to be. His days are filled with high-fives and hugs, and so Bolt is happy with his days.
He’s happy with his family, too. They know that when he steals things he isn’t trying to take it away from them, he just wants to share in the fun. A list of things he has recently stolen includes cushions, pizza, breadsticks, oranges, mince pies, sausages, Yorkshire puddings and a chunk of brie. His favourite stuffed toy is a little owl that, when he sees it, he can’t wait to hold in his mouth; it’s not actually his, of course, but it makes him so happy, how couldn’t anyone share?
When we met Bolt one Sunday lunchtime in Leeds he was busy being interested in the pigeons and the puddles outside the Civic Hall, but he had big smiles and high-fives for everybody. And we knew a secret that Bolt didn’t; that afternoon, he was going to Temple Newsam for the very first time, and out for lunch. A perfect Sunday; running in the park, with family and new friends, and a roast dinner too. Nothing on Bolt’s horizon looked ready to vex him; if only everybody was as friendly as Bolt, then nothing would vex anybody at all.
Originally published in The City Talking: Leeds, issue 32
Location: Leeds Civic Hall