After my first encounter with Rastus we got on well. I suppose I had been a bit of dog in the past so he befriended me happy to go on walks with me. We are having one now and have stopped for a paws. (I know that’s a bad joke).
I find a bench in the park but it’s occupied by a young woman. So I sit
at the end of the seat while Rastus after a shy glance at the girl sits closer
to her. He is a real flirt and after checking to see any signs of canine
aversion sits even closer to her. She is eating a baguette as it is lunchtime.
Clearly he knows I didn’t bring food with us so he might get a treat from her.
His steely eyes focus on the baguette and he edges closer to her. So
close in fact his chin is almost resting on her knee. Meanwhile I am watching
the pigeons on the grass with one eye and the other on her. Her knees emerge
enticingly from her dress. They are pretty knees and Rastus agrees and plonks
his chin on them with a look saying “Surely you need some help eating that
baguette.”
Compliantly she breaks a tiny piece from the baguette and gives it to
him. He wolfs it down without touching the sides and he manages to lick her
hand with the quickest of licks.
I cannot ignore their foreplay and decide to do something about it.
“Sorry”, I say, “He’s a bit forward”.
She turns to me; hell’s boots, she is beautiful. I could lick her too. I
wonder whether she would mind?
“What’s his name?” She asks hardly looking at me.
“That depends I say. When he’s at home he is Tinkerbell but when he is with
me he is Rastus.”
By mentioning his name he turns his attention from the baguette to me,
affirming the statement.
Clearly Rastus is a bit annoyed that more baguette is not coming his
way, so he decides to lick her toes. She squeals with delight looking at me as
though I did it.
I wish I had.
