A Tail Wags In Brooklyn

When I came from seeing Carmela this week I wrote to my friend Ed saying how happy she was to see me.  He wrote back – A tail wags in Brooklyn, so he gets credit for the title.

The chef, the only one in the house speaking English, said every day between 11 and 11:30, Carmela sits by the front door waiting for me.  This pained and thrilled me at the same time.  When I do visit, and they open the door, she whimpers in delight jumping and wiggling like a calf seeing its mom.  I get on the floor to hug her solid, tubular body before saddling up and heading out.

We have a secret, she and I.  I take her to the dog park where I let her run around for 20 minutes or so.  She’s not altered so I have to watch very carefully, but I’m told by Corki the Gorgi’s mom, all the dogs are fixed.  She’s such a femme fatale, I still feel the need to be vigilant like any good nanny and hey, you never know, a vet could have made a mistake.

Stranger things have happened.

She’s in heaven running around chasing balls and men who once had them, barking her horny little head off.  The hound in her comes out and it’s truly a joy to see.  I leave her leash on in case I need to grab her,  but I’m very happy she’s getting much needed exercise.

Ami the maid walks her at 1 when I’m not there, but only for 15 minutes.  Then she gets another quick walk after dinner.  SHE NEEDS MORE, but being a guest in their lives, I must be silent.

We then go to the promenade where she sniffs and tries to open garbage bags while I bribe her with biscuits.  She’s very smart so she knows what I’m up to.

Sometimes we sit on a bench for a spell and look out across the harbor.  I recite a little Whitman to her while she barks at the occasional seagull.

After an hour I bring her home while she looks longingly down Columbia Heights towards the dog park.  If only they would spay her, but just don’t see why they should.

After my weekly cup of bad coffee sitting on the floor with her thrown possessively across my lap, I depart leaving cookies for later kissing her on top of her big, sweet head.  She looks at me with Bette Davis eyes as if to say, if only I could go with you.

I know Tubes, I know.  Me too.

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And she’ll tease you
She’ll unease you
All the better just to please you
She’s precocious and she knows just
What it takes to make a pro blush
She got Greta Garbo stand off sighs
She’s got Bette Davis eyes

                       Lyrics  Donna Weiss and Jackie De Shannon

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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26 Responses to A Tail Wags In Brooklyn

  1. micklively says:

    I’m not sure Bette would be flattered by the hang-dog look?
    But I’m very pleased to hear that you and Tubes have found a way to prolong your relationship. Do you remember the fuss we had before she moved? How does that seem now, with hindsight?

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    • It did work out in a sense I get to see her, but by a great effort on my part. It’s faraway, but she’s worth the trip.

      I was so totaled by their moving, yes – I remember it well. Tears and fears galore. And the upside is how happy we both are, and I happen to love Brooklyn and visiting her gives me the chance to work across Brooklyn Bridge, one of my favorite things to do. So I guess the lesson is, try to see what happens before you blow your head off.

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  2. bob181 says:

    What a doll baby ! I’m in love with that face !

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  3. skinnyuz2b says:

    As much as you find joy and pleasure from your walks, it sounds like Carmella derives much more, waiting patiently for you at the same time each day.

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  4. Elle Knowles says:

    Now that the days are getting a bit warmer – hopefully – you and Carmela will have lots more fun! Is that baby gone? ~Elle

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  5. You are her magical auntie. Everyone has one. That person who does special things for you. If you did them everyday, they wouldn’t be special.

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  6. Lynn says:

    Honesty, those beautiful eyes must just about slay you! She looks to be such a sweetheart, clearly you are as special to her as she is to you.

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  7. AF says:

    This post is magical.

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  8. Awww … a fur friend is a loyal friend. ❤

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  9. You and Carmela have the best adventures, no wonder she loves you. :O)

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  10. OMG the face…I can’t! Carmella is a gem indeed. Someone once told me that dogs do not sense time, which I tend to believe sometimes, considering if I leave to get the mail for a nano second I get a heroes welcome. Keep spoiling!

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  11. Poor Tubes. She knows you two belong together. There’s another movie you can write.

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