09/07/2025
🐾😞 WHEN SAFE SPACES NO LONGER ARE…😞🐾
Twenty years ago yesterday, I left for work like I did every morning.
Caught my usual train. Walked to the tube. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Until the tube didn’t leave the station.
I’d been sitting on it for ages. No announcements. No explanations.
I headed back up to the train station, unsure what was happening, and with no idea how to get to work. I only knew how to get there by tube!
That’s when I bumped into a friend who was confused as I was about the tubes.
Fortunately though, she was more clued up than me & suggested getting a bus. So we did.
We were chatting quietly, trying to make sense of the closed stations, the rising police presence, the sirens, when we heard a loud noise.
She was listening to the radio on her phone and suddenly she said ‘we have to get off this bus’.
At that moment our bus pulled over. The driver told us all public transport had been suspended and that we should continue our journeys on foot.
We didn’t know it at the time, but we were less than a block away from the bus that had just been bombed.
We walked the rest of the way; it was a strange experience. People rushing though the streets heads down. Others looking around them in fear. Others jumping at every noise.
As we now know on that day 52 people lost their lives, and hundreds were injured, following the senseless attacks of 4 su***de bombers.
I can’t remember when the tubes reopened. But I know I didn’t use them again right away.
Even once everything was “back to normal,” I didn’t feel safe on tubes.
People eyed each other suspiciously. Any bag left unattended even for a couple of seconds was a potential threat. And any unusual noise or the train stopping where it didn’t usually raised anxiety levels.
I knew, logically, that it was OK. But my body didn’t believe it.
It’s stayed with me. Even now, twenty years later. That experience reshaped the way I move through certain spaces. Not all the time. But enough that I notice.
Because something had changed.
And it’s the same for our dogs.
One unexpected noise. One sudden experience. One moment, and the world doesn’t feel the same anymore.
A bird scarer going off near a field they once loved.
A mug smashed on the kitchen floor just as they walked past.
A thunderstorm booming above the car they’re resting in.
An encounter with a dog who wasn’t as friendly as they expected.
It doesn’t take much. Just one moment. And suddenly, the safe place doesn’t feel safe anymore.
It’s not that they’re being difficult.
It’s not stubbornness.
It’s that their body now feels wary where it once felt calm.
And rebuilding that sense of safety? It takes time. Thought. Patience. Softness. Confidence.
Just like I didn’t jump straight back on the tube, dogs might not leap back into that field, that route, that situation straight away. And that’s OK.
When Sam heard a low-flying plane a week after we moved house, he hit the ground and didn’t move for minutes. For weeks afterwards, he wouldn’t (couldn’t 😞) walk out of our gate. For him, it just wasn’t safe.
Our job isn’t to force them through it.
It’s to walk with them. Show them the world is still safe, slowly. Let their confidence return on their terms.
That’s what connection looks like.
Not demanding they “get over it”,but showing them, gently, that they can.