Doggie On The Dash

You see the damnedest things early in the morning…like the couple who roller skates down Park Avenue singing Ain’t Too Proud To Beg.

On this particular morning on my way home toting my silo of coffee, there’s a battered SUV double-parked on 80th and Lex. Its occupants: a middle-aged man and woman both with ample midriffs, his hitting the steering wheel, with a messy looking black and white shi-tzu perched on the dash   images (one with its hair done).

At first I thought it was fake, like one of those dogs you win at a carnival that shake and shimmy as you drive, but quickly realized, this pup was just too big.

They seemed to be waiting for a doctor who must come in very early.

I casually moseyed over to say how cute their dog was.

Peppino, who so needed a trim could barely see but knew he was the topic of conversation, gave a little yelp in my direction. The man was feeding him bacon from his sandwich speaking tenderly in Spanish. The woman, who was sipping something from a thermos said, “Cafe…you pay too much at Star-a-bucks.”

“This is true,” I said, “I need to get myself a thermos, like yours.”

“I get with new beach chair…free gift.”

This made the man smile as if fondly recalling the day.

I was touched by their friendliness not to mention candor. They didn’t seem the least bit surprised to have run into me before the sun was even up.

“Do you take Peppino everywhere you go?”

“Si, he my bambino,” she said, kissing the top of his messy head.

“I’m Susannah…very nice meeting you.”

“Madianna,” she said, pointing to herself as though I might be confused, “and he, Pablo.”

I smiled a lot walking the rest of the way home. Couldn’t help myself, they were the sweetest people…and how often do you see a doggie languishing on a dashboard?

It was still too dark to take his picture, but just envision a mop without its handle.


About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Thanks.
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20 Responses to Doggie On The Dash

  1. micklively says:

    Smudge likes to think she can go everywhere with us. It must be confusing for her: every time we take her, we go somewhere nice for dogs. So, to a clever girl like her, it naturally follows that, whenever we go out without her, we must be going somewhere nice for dogs, but neglecting to include her. I’ve tried to explain it too her but she can’t seem to grasp it. I say “I’m going to work Smudge; you can’t come”. She’s a working breed: you’d think she’d get it.


  2. katecrimmins says:

    You get to meet the best dogs! I used to walk (this was before I started going to the gym) around 6 a.m. year round. That’s prime time for neighborhood guys to walk the dogs. I knew every dog in the neighborhood by name and breed. Sometimes when we see someone who lives in the neighborhood, I tell my husband what kind of dog they have. Of course, he thinks I’m crazy.


  3. I wish you could meet my Shugo, I would love to hear how you would write about him. This post makes me smile and feel warm. Thank you.


  4. Anyone who see nothing wrong with putting their dog on the dashboard is ok in my book. The little boy down the street greets me almost every day when I come home from work with a big “Hi Peanut’s Mom!” Just another title to add to the ole resume.


  5. I think you’re lucky to live in New York: there’s inspiration for stories all around you. 🙂


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