Sunday, 28 November 2010

Foxy Lady

Apologies for failing to blog last weekend. My head and heart have been elsewhere. You see I am in love. It's an extraordinary feeling and I've never felt this way before.

Our eyes met one evening at the park and I knew instantly he was the one. Unfortunately I was on the lead at the time so could only strain and pull and make embarrassingly frantic noises. He was obviously shy and maintained a distance, watching me from afar. He couldn't take his eyes off me.

He was different to the other dogs. His face was gorgeous with an adorable nose and dreamy eyes. He possesed a cool grace, his body sleek and athletic, his winter coat pale red. His tail was amazingly bushy with a white tip. In every sense, he was a fox.

It's not so strange that I should be attracted to a fox. We both like to run across fields and fairways and both forage for scraps around the food dispensers. We both chase small animals and pounce when we think we can catch them. We're even the same height. What's so wrong with a dog falling for a fox? We're perfect for each other. 

The following night we crossed paths again. I could smell him before I saw him. I ricocheted back and forth across the grass following his trail determined to find him. He'd been watching me, sitting still behind the fence at the mini railway. When I discovered him, he ran, like a shy boy. I lost him in the woods. He's even more nimble than I am. 

On our third meeting, he was still crossing the golf course. He wasn't expecting me yet. Off lead and ready, I dropped my tennis ball and charged towards him. In my head I heard an orchestra play Tchaikovsky's Love Theme from Romeo and Juliet. He saw me approaching fast and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. He took flight at a tangent and the chase of love began.

We ran up over the fairways, into and through the trees then over the hill and round to the bramble of the thick border rough. He darted this way and that, never pausing. I maintained the distance, matching his speed, my heart pounding faster and faster. He glanced back from time to time to check I was still with him, which spurred me on to greater speeds. Eventually he ran through some foliage and disappeared down a hole in the ground. He'd led me to his home. Unfortunately, before I could follow, his mother appeared and took an instant dislike to me, suggesting quite fiercely that I should go away. She was not a woman to be argued with, teeth bared and vicious. I thought she might rip me apart but I sniffed around awhile, panting, hoping she would warm to me but it wasn't to be. She was adamant I should leave. It was the last time I saw him. 

The following night I visited the foxhole again only to find it deserted. The whole family had moved on. I attempted to follow the trail but they had done a good job in disguising it. If only his mother had given us a chance, I know I could have won her over.  

I'll find him again one day. Hopefully not squashed at the side of the road. He'll never forget me either, I'm sure of it.