Thursday, 4 September 2014

Desperate times call for desperate measures

Do we have park rangers? Is that what they're called here, or is it just Yogi bear that has one? Anyway, there's a man who walks round the local park in an official capacity who absolutely loves the dog. He spots us in the distance and makes a beeline for him, asks if he's still mad, I say he is. Before he comes over, when he's first clocked us he shouts out "foxy", I like to pretend he's shouting that at me, because sometimes dog walks are really boring and you need something interesting to happen. Sometimes you have to take compliments where you can get them, even it that means appropriating a statement meant for your dog.

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