observing maude

while she's quite happy to tart herself to any random stranger on her daily walks around our neighbourhood, miss turdette the canine testaccio toucher, does have her, well how can i put it delicately, her likes and dislikes. gleefully flirting (with all the candour fitting to a reluctant yet decorous virgin) with large dogs say 6 times her size, she loathes the yappies. she doesn't seem partial to the fairer sex as such. frankly she doesn't seem to be able to tell the difference. i was beginning to think she had no standards -- bar, size -- but today came the realization that she does have a sixth sense. when it comes to castrated males. she can, i surmised, spot them a mile off. yanking with unprecedented vigour at her fashionable red leash -- which, incidentally matches her S&M-style harness -- she became dogged in her pursuit of an object far from the immediate eye. after a few swerves and double takes we came face to face with the object of her unwantom wrath: a rather mild-tempered, and well, non-descript medium-sized mutt. the resigned owner of said mutt, seemed to have expected the aggression, saying: ``eh...he's castrated. she can tell... it's not the first time. if only i'd known...''