More Dog Tails

 getPart I write a lot about animals since they make such a difference in my life.  I live for that chance canine encounter when a scratch or sniff can change the course of your day.

This morning I met Maisie and Joe, two chubby American Staffies playing tennis in the park.  Their owner, Mac, would hit one clear in the air and they’d run to smack it before it reached the ground.  It was the cutest thing to watch, their robust rear ends jiggling joyously.

They both stopped when they saw me as if to say,”Hey, ya wanna play?”

“Yeah, I do.” So for a good hardy five minutes I threw the ball feeling my heart happily rise from my chest.

On my way home I saw Roy the hotdog with his prissy owner so buttoned-up I wonder how he breathes.  Roy too has a contained look about him, as if he knows, I belong to a very proper, fastidious man so I better toe the line.

Of course, that doesn’t mean I have to, making a fuss whenever I see him.

“Is that Roy I see?” I croon watching his master tense. “You’re looking very handsome in that Burberry collar of yours.  I have a scarf similar I think is very smart.”

His owner never speaks nor acknowledges any of my silliness.  Roy though, I can tell, appreciates it since he stops to give me a little look.

We always have the top ten: Julius, Tasmania, Jilly and Tess. Pippin, Atticus, Larry and Jake, old Daisy bringing up the rear I see most mornings.  They’re like the Explorer’s Club headed to the park for a new adventure.

But when I really get a treat, is when I run into Konkie, the Toastmaster General of Pits.  Lovingly rescued by the loveliest English girl, Konkie could bring about world peace.  Big, and a shy sloppy, like he just had a beer…a face the size of a jet engine, he actually smiles whenever he sees you.  It’s true.  His face changes as if he’s courtin votes, working the district promising, you vote for me, I’ll see you have a better day.

Yes, I write a lot about animals.

But can’t you see why?  images


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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30 Responses to More Dog Tails

  1. micklively says:

    “Face the size of a jet engine” is the most wonderful phrase – how do you do it? Great stuff Susannah – many thanks.


    • You should see him. Oh my, what a love. And to think he was so carelessly abandoned only to be found again by this sweet, kind girl who ADORES him, and boy, does it show. He preens in all her love. SIGH….

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      • micklively says:

        Maeve had a rescue dog and he was much the same. It was just incredible how absolutely devoted he was to her: followed her around like a little lost sheep, defended her at every opportunity, worship! He’d never known love before.


      • I like you used the word worship. I think that says it all. I know how much Maeve loved that dog, pre-Smudge. They become such a part of you. Maybe I’ll be lucky and see the Konk today. Sometimes on Mondays he’s out with his mistress early. Frankly I think he prefers to sleep in, but he too never leaves her side.

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  2. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, not only do you remember each of their names, you seem to understand their individual personalities. I think you should take over for the dog whisperer.


    • You know Skinny, if my life had more stability I’d have a dog in a second. I was all set to take Carmela but that was a special circumstance as you know. They are just the best teachers how they live in the moment happy, content with what is. Carmela always reminded me to laugh, that morning group I mentioned, to explore. Konkie good cheer. Dogs, four legged royalty.


  3. Elle Knowles says:

    Well, they say, “Dog is man’s best friend,” and you’re proving it every day! And yes, how do you do it? I can’t remember the names of my kids, much less all their pets! 😉 ~Elle


  4. I think they call this puppy love, and ain’t it grand.


  5. Lynn says:

    So funny how each of them have their own unique personality, isn’t It? A dog’s smile can light up a room, that’s for sure!


  6. You make me smile because I’m the same way. I live in a residential development. I know the neighbors by their dogs. The people with the English setter or the wirehaired terriers or the yellow lab or chocolate lab, not to forget the shih tsu. When I worked I walked around 6 a.m. and that’s when dog daddies walk their dogs. If you walk around 9, you see the young mothers with pups and strollers. It’s all about the timing. And yes, I knew the names of all the pets but had a hard time remembering the names of the people! They just weren’t as interesting.


  7. This was great! The whole scene with Roy is cracking me up. I must say Roy was a perfect choice for that owner. Doxies pull off a bow tie like no other canine!
    I know the names of every dog I come in contact with, but my husband does not. He recently suggested I take photos and quiz him into remembering.


  8. Not much of a dog lover, I admit it. Love cats, love my cat (don’t tell her).
    My daughter has a dog; Avery is my “grand dog” and knows it. It all works out, doesn’t it?


  9. I’m an animal admirer, but you’ll turn me into an animal lover yet, Susannah. 🙂 I think you should run a zoo, at least one for dogs.


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