Angela and Bruiser

After my divorce I managed to buy a nice little place right on the beach front. It wasn’t large but large enough for me and my dog “Bruiser” a Staffordshire Bull-Terrier. Bruiser was a great dog very obedient. It was probably the best thing that I’d managed to keep at the “settlement”. He didn’t like strangers or anyone approaching “my space” but all I had to do was look at him and say the word “O.K.” This made him relax and treat whoever was with me as a “Friend”.
One side of the chalet Bungalow was open space where the end of the crescent of the beach could be seen. The other side had a row of similar chalet bungalows, about 20 altogether. Next door lived a rather attractive lady and her 16 year old daughter. I was later to find out that she was also a divorcee but a bitter one who hated men and that the daughter was actually her Step daughter, from the marriage. Apparently the Step-daughter also disliked her father enough to want to live with her Step-mom instead.

Most mornings I would jog along the beach, in either one direction or the other, to the head of the crescent and back home. Bruiser enjoyed our time together, he was very loyal and wanted to be with me all the time and whenever I could I took him to work with me. As a self employed electrician this was mostly possible but not always. On the days I left him at home on his own he pined and made such a fuss upon my return I was sure that his enthusiasm would damage one of us. His one feature which was an embarrassment was his “Groin attack”. Whenever I introduced him to a female he would shove his snout into their groin with quite some force. Not always welcomed but mostly laughed off with embarrassment.

One Saturday morning, on returning from one of our early morning runs along the beach, as we approached home past the bungalows, I noticed the Step-daughter sat in her gate that lead from the bungalow to the beach (each bungalow had one). I looked down at Bruiser, his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth from the exercise and gave him the command “O.K.” The last thing I wanted was for him to growl or snarl at my neighbours.
We steadied from a jog to a walk as we approached. “Hi” I greeted the young lady “I’m Djohmari from next door, and this is Bruiser” I noticed the look of apprehension on her face as she stared at Bruiser. Apparently he looked mean to everyone else, to me he was a handsome dog. “It’s o.k.” I told her “He’s as good as gold” I assured “Say hello Bruiser”. Now normally when I told him to say hello he would “gruff” and then stick out his tongue with a kind of smile on his face. Today he decided he was going to do his “ Groin attack”. He pushed the young ladies knees apart, effortlessly, and rammed his snout up the short skirt she was wearing and into her groin. Startled by this invasion the young lady gasped and with her mouth wide open she looked at me. “I’m sorry” I said “It’s his way of saying hello to pretty young ladies” trying to make light of the situation.
“Well helloooo to you Bruiser” she said to him gathering her composure whilst pushing him away. “I’m Angela” she informed me with a smile for the recent assault on her person, a smile I hoped that was forgiveness. She had the most incredible green eyes I had ever seen and a smile as wide as the bay we lived in. As we were about to enter into conversation a voice bellowed from within her yard “Angela come here, you know you shouldn’t talk to strangers, especially MEN!” Angela stood up turned around and headed back into her bungalow “Sorry” she said “Got to go”. I watched as she walked up the pathway back to her door. She had shiny long brown hair that swayed from side to side as she walked, much as did her hips. It was then that I really noticed what an incredibly beautiful young lady it was that I had just met. Dam, I thought to myself as I continued back home next door.

Later that day I went, with Bruiser, to the local supermarket.