On the first of 4 days off i chucked the hound on the back of the ute and away to the river for a dip,on the way home i grabbed a feed and headed off up to a wonderful wee spot high above our little town to admire the view have a graze and throw a tennis ball round to wear said hound out.I park up and observe the only other people there leaving and also leaving there takeaway rubbish on the picnic table and surrounding area,i politely say "oi" to which the guy replies "whats your problem" which affirms to me that he knows what the problem isi ask him if he would consider taking his shite to the rubbish bin close buy to which he goes off like a time bomb
for a second the selected words he chose (Maori dude) made me think he had confused my no1 haircut 4 some form of Nazi support instead of a vain attempt at hiding the fact my fucken hairs falling out and i started laughing
not the thing to do it seems and he takes a swing,the dog goes nuts and starts biting the guy and in the ensuing chaos i get the guy on the ground and attempt to just hold him there to settle down (bloody dog gets a few cheap shots in
) His Mrs carrying a baby is screaming at him to settle down etc,crazy few moments indeed,still he made a point as after they left it was me that put there rubbish in the bin
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