On Thursday when I came home the wife informed me she'd seen a fox in the garden. This comes as no surprise to me given I've seen a fair few walking along the railway tracks at the top of my road. What she said next did surprise me though "Yes" she said "It came up to about here!" gesturing to her hip. Now I'm not trying to be funny, but that would make the thing about 4ft tall! That's not a fox, that's a hound! The wife was adamant. "It was kinda tan with black patches." Now I'm even more confused. Black patches? This is sounding more and more like a dog, but how? I have 6ft fences on three sides and a 3ft fence down the remaining side.
"What's that Australian dog?"
Scratching my head and now convinced this was not a fox the wife decided to mess with my mind. "What's that Austrailian dog called?" she said. Staggering backwards I asked if she was serious? I mean, what would a Dingo be doing in the UK and in the Midlands of all places! The wife, unphased by her crazy idea looked up Dingo's on her ipad while trying to ignore me rolling around on the sofa in fits of laughter.
But wait, the love of my life is not finished.
"What was those dogs we saw at Chester Zoo?" I was now convinced my wife was trying to give me a heart attack through laughter. "Bubb, painted dogs, seriously, painted dogs? What would an African painted dog be doing in the West Midlands?" I said. "It could have escaped from a Zoo?" came her response. Because of course a painted dog is going to travel the 24 odd mile cross country to get here from West Midlands Safari Park and that's even assuming they have any!
The hunt is on!
The wife is determind now to see the mysterious beast again but more importantly to have a verification witness on standby. I suspect I will end up having to get an IP camera for the garden and a 12 gauge for the wife.
