When I first saw the photograph, it had unlocked a memory I had long forgotten of a romantic encounter I once had at the dog-shit bin in the park, where things 'went on' in the evenings. Coming from different directions we arrived at the bin at the same time, he let me deposit my dog's foulage first, I was about to leave when I saw his dog, a bull terrier with pink piggy eyes, wagging his tail at me, as I bent down to stroke it the man asked me if I wanted to go into the bushes for a bit of 'fun' then he pulled down his joggy bottoms and revealed himself to me in all his glory, as you can imagine I was aghast and clutched my imaginary pearls for comfort. If it had been a film, the director would have said cut at that point and the next scene would have been of two dogs without owners, tethered to a tree!
That's a bit scary. I wouldn't like to meet it up a dark alley.
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The chance would be a fine thing.
ReplyDeleteThe dog is quite striking too.
ReplyDeleteWhen I first saw the photograph, it had unlocked a memory I had long forgotten of a romantic encounter I once had at the dog-shit bin in the park, where things 'went on' in the evenings. Coming from different directions we arrived at the bin at the same time, he let me deposit my dog's foulage first, I was about to leave when I saw his dog, a bull terrier with pink piggy eyes, wagging his tail at me, as I bent down to stroke it the man asked me if I wanted to go into the bushes for a bit of 'fun' then he pulled down his joggy bottoms and revealed himself to me in all his glory, as you can imagine I was aghast and clutched my imaginary pearls for comfort. If it had been a film, the director would have said cut at that point and the next scene would have been of two dogs without owners, tethered to a tree!
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