I could write about my exploits with Carmela the basset hound on a daily basis, since we have so many. For those of you who may not know, Carmela is a dog I lovingly walk on the weekends.
I talk to her nonstop when we’re together convinced she understands.
The actress, Cyd Charisse, in an interview said, when you danced with Fred Astaire he’d whisper in your ear...now you’re dancin, now you’re dancin. So when Carm picks up the pace I tell her…now you’re walkin, now you’re walkin. She’ll look up at me as if to say, I dawdle purposely you know, but I can fast-walk with the best of them Susannah.
Her waddle has become legendary in the neighborhood occasionally even stopping traffic. Had a cabbie hang out his window and say…she’s really cookin, isn’t she? (I couldn’t make this stuff up).
I also sing a silly song to her I made up to the Hoffman Soda jingle:
As we’re tooling towards the 72nd Street boat pond we pass an all male quartet on break. I had stopped to give Carm a drink still singing her little song when, suddenly, I hear the deep sound of a bass fiddle playing the Hoffman jingle along with the rest of the band who good-naturedly joined in. So Susannah who does not sing…I mean not even in the shower…sang her silly ditty to the accompaniment of what sounded like a Dixie Land orchestra.
People even clapped…of course it could have been for Carmela who was rolling over in delight woofing accordingly, or maybe because I stopped singing.
A man eating Kentucky Fried Chicken said to the bassist, “She might be a great addition to the band.”
“You mean me?”
“No, the dog.”
Now Carmela thinks she’s Dinah Shore.