I’ll Be Doggoned

be8jcudcqaagrzf I just gave my last buck to a beagle.

En route to Grand Central catching the train home, I notice a kid in his 20s sitting on the pavement sketching.

Next to him was a beagle so old it looked stuffed.

What got my attention was his cardboard sign that said..EASE ELP OD LESS

Mr. beagle was sleeping across it turning it into an eye chart.

His ears made me think of a certain basset we all know and love though hers are three times the size, causing my heart and wallet to open handing them my last dollar.

There’s something about someone in need who brings along their pet, whether it’s to stop a softie like me, or because they stick together no matter what, that’s humbling right down to your socks.

A man who worked at The Humane Society once told me, homeless people…those down on their luck, take better care of their animals than those with homes.

I was all set to buy a kaiser roll to go with the tuna salad I was making for lunch from a bakery I like in Grand Central. Alas, the beagle inspired me, if nothing else, not to eat bread but to give it away.

PLEASE HELP GOD BLESS

Dedicated to Chester Pop, a famous beagle we all know and will always love…see  picture.

SB

 

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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 Amazon.com. Thanks.
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18 Responses to I’ll Be Doggoned

  1. micklively says:

    Lovely tale Susannah,
    Could you make a donation for my menagerie too? I’m going to need a second mortgage the way things are going. 😉

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  2. katecrimmins says:

    You are a bit of a softy but I am too. My major contributions are to animal welfare and cancer, both near and dear to my heart. Of course that’s how I ended up with Morgan. Not only did I feel sorry for her, I felt so sorry that I had to bring her home with me to ensure her wellbeing.

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    • Morgan would have gotten to me too. She’s so sweet. Whenever I see people asking for money with animals I’m a shoe-in. Go figure…that’s what it takes to open my heart that after living in New York so long, sometimes is rusted shut. So many scams, like the guy who sits in a wheel chair all day who, at around 6, gets up, folds his chair and hops on the bus. IT KILLS ME. Tourists of course don’t see this, just the regulars.

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  3. Elle Knowles says:

    It may have been your last dollar but you know it always feels good to help others. We never know when we may be in the same boat.

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  4. I like to think that it is because they are inseparable, more than that they want sympathy, although I guess both are true. I noticed a few times in Western New York this summer, families sitting together near a shopping center or such with a sign asking for help. They didn’t look homeless, just looked like regular folks. I really don’t know what to do in situations like that, since if they are really desperate enough to do that, they probably need a lot more help than I can give them. It’s sad though.

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  5. skinnyuz2b says:

    I love your description, Susannah: ‘So old it looked stuffed.’ I even read your phrase to my honey. I’m going to chuckle over your artistic writing all day.

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  6. My heart is melted all over the sofa. Thank you for thinking of my Big Ole Lump of Love when helping that young man and his dog. I’m positive Chester let out a big howl from above (hug)

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