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Saturday, September 01, 2007

Screaming Harridan

Leaving the peace of the Church, Gorse Fox continued down to Ilex Walk and then on to the beach. At this time of year the seaweed is thick and lush and as the tide was high it was being pounded against the beach and giving off that wonderful "seaside-smell". The Gorse Fox loves it, though Silver Vixen thinks it's foul.

Strolling back onto the greensward there were several coiffured matron walking their dogs. At this point GF must point out that when it comes to pets he's never quite "got it". It could be that his allergic reaction to cats and dogs makes him resistant to the charms these companion animals bestow:
  • moulting hairs
  • huge vet bills
  • damage to gardens
  • inability to take a weekend break with relying of friends or neighbours
  • carrying plastic bags containing their bodily waste
  • etc
however, it is clear that some people feel the need, and so we see them walking these beasts along the greensward. Now, it occurs to the Gorse Fox that most animals are driven by animal instinct and if you choose to let them off the leash they will do what animals do... and this is how an elegant lady in coiffured hair, makeup, designer glasses, and the full works ended up screaming and swearing at another lady and threatening to kill her, because one dog had taken a shine to pretty little Frou-frou and attempted to consumate his desire. The Gorse Fox, by this time, was crying with laughter - and the angrier and more foul-mouthed the lady got, the more the Gorse Fox laughed.

He's not absolutely sure this helped the situation!

He was still chuckling when he got home. It had been a nice, easy 7.5 miles and a well needed stretch.

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