Frosty dog hearding

Possibly the coldest morning in the history of the world - it was like a proper ice storm this morning - really, really thick white frost everywhere.

I walked in. Near the top of Old London road there is a house with a front garden that has an iron gate. The old bloke who lives there has two little dogs that play in the front garden all day - one looks like a fat white Bischon, the other a little curly haired piglet. Lovely dogs, everyone knows them and they say hello all the time.

From about 100 yards I could see that they had managed to get out of the garden and were running around in Old London road during rush hour - my stomach tightened to a knot and I started walking as quickly as possible. I passed several people who had also seen the dogs and were stopped, starring, mouths open - possibly waiting for them to run into the traffic. One bloke said to me "the dogs have got out" staring like an idiot at them, The little brown one was nearest - I picked him up and walked him into the garden, I passed a woman who said "there's another one" ( yeah... I know ) and I called it over, it came running and I put them both back into the garden through the open gate. There was a woman knocking on the front door - "oh, thank goodness, I was just going to tell the owners their little dogs were out"( he's deaf, so he didn't answer ).

Why was I the only person who did anything... why did everyone else just stare at them....????