The other day when Mom and I had our excursion outside, I had a somewhat scary experience, although Mom feels I handled it bravely. Our street is very quiet, but while I was in the front yard, a truck collecting donations came to one of the houses, and as soon as I saw the truck, I went onto the front steps and got close to the front door. I wasn't sure what the truck was planning to do, but I didn't want to take any chance.
Mom didn't have the key to let us in that way, so I had to wait on the landing till the truck left. (this picture is zoomed as it was leaving after turning around - it really was not too close).