Funny story...well, not the part about the dead goose

Yesterday, as I sat on the beach, a “no dog” area of the beach, a small b/w French bulldog ran up to the log I was sitting next to and peed on the end. I looked around to see the owner and saw a blond “Real housewife of West Van” looking woman, with four inch heels and nails probably just as long. She gave me a scowl and went back to her texting.How can women text with nails that long? She was trying to push the correct button with the pad of her finger while trying to curve her acrylic nails out of the way somehow. Ridiculous...just saying.Anyway, doggie ran off to my left and right at a very funky Canada goose carcass where he proceeded to make a complete pig of himself peeing on it, rolling in it and trying to drag it away by the neck.I watched for a while and looked back at the woman who was determined to completely ignore me, and her dog for that matter.I got up to go and walked to her and said, “Your dog is into a pretty funky goose carcass just there.”She said, “SH%#!!!”, and pushed passed me.“Gucci, Gucci, Sh%#!!!”She turned to me, “Where?”“Just there, between the logs to your left.”“Sh%#, Gucci, Gucci, no, bad dog!”At this point the doggie started to growl.Ok, I must admit to a slight smirk and a suppressed laugh.Last I saw she was trying to pick the doggie up while actually not touching it. Wonder how that went.Karma’s a bitch.Linked up to TALU