Physical fitness and pets…
Times and Tides of a Beachwriter
‘Pompom’ called a shrill voice.
When did real dogs turn to toys wondered Vince as he trudged through the mud, conspicuous as the only human without a dog. The dogs skittering around two women did not match the environment, what happened to Labradors and Rottweilers? As if in answer, a large muddy dog, originally yellow, bounced playfully out of the bushes only to find itself attacked by a tiny ball of white cotton wool.
‘Pompom, naughty boy, heel.’
The Labrador’s owner laughed, so did Vince until the ball of fluff veered towards him, jumping up growling to snap at his ankle.
‘If he was an American Pit Bull,’ said Vince gruffly ‘you’d be in trouble with the police.’
The owner scooped up Pompom and marched away as if he had incited the attack.
The walking business, to avoid blood pressure tablets and type two diabetes, was proving to be worse…
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