Jack the Zipper

Animals will never cease to amaze or entertain me.

We have a new doggie in the neighborhood. A German Shepherd puppy called Jack, and is he ka-utte.

You don’t see many Shepherds in these parts, never a popular breed. A former friend said, it’s because they’re Hitler dogs and attacked kids in the south during the Civil Rights Movement.

Yeah well, they’re also rescue dogs in many cases and companions for the blind and handicapped.

Now you might understand why we’re not friends anymore, but back to Jack.

He looks like a Jack, long and lean, a glimmer in his eye as if he’s about to make a pass.

He’s already walking like a man, fast as he can, as if he’s running the Kentucky Derby, however, he also has a fondness that involves, in my case, my old jeans. He tries to unzip them, the little sex maniac he’s destined to become.

Of course, I laugh along with his mother who’s Polish and the size of a bakery, but today, he managed to pull it right down causing my baggy, historical pants, that if could only talk, would be saying, we’ve seen this all before.

Al, the doorman, the only one I like, came running to help me, to remove Jack from my fly, if you will, since he just wouldn’t let go. Imagine me, on the pavement, my rear in partial view being sans culottes, since I was just making a quick coffee run. He was so undone by this, Al, not Jack, that I ended up comforting him.

“Now now Al, he’s just a puppy,” as his mistress yelled at him in Polish.

“Ah, he’s Polish,” Al said, “now it makes sense.”

Neither Jack nor his mom caught the slur, I’m happy to report as I finally zipped back up.

“What’s that Jack? Do I wanna come over and have a drink later? Sorry, maybe when I know you a little better.”

How do you say WOOF, in German?  Unknown.jpeg

🙂   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 Jack the Zipper

  1. skinnyuz2b says:

    I’ve never seen a dog go for a zipper before! This is hilarious! You’re lucky there weren’t a bunch of cell phones around to make you go viral, ha ha!
    My maternal grandmother came over from Poland as a teen.

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  2. Hmm, maybe I need to get a shepherd puppy….
    Scott

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  3. He has good taste in women!

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  4. Babies and animals can get away with things more, so baby animals must be doubled blessed with leniency to social rules. Sounds like a cutie though. Puppies are so fun, with all their budding energy.

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  5. robprice59 says:

    Wuff or wau.
    Sheepdogs are best!

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  6. Hahahaha! I love that you had to comfort Al, who now has quite a story to tell.

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    • Al is sweet and a tad clueless. But we bonded the first year I lived here and couldn’t sleep because of all those damned steroids I was on so at 3 am I’d come bounding downstairs with tea and cookies. For Al, I was the second coming.

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