A Basset May Come’a Callin’

I still think of Carmela the Basset Hound as though she were a long lost sister, just one with stubby legs and long, silly ears.

For those of you who never read the Carmela Chronicles, she belonged to a snooty neighbor who didn’t take very good care of her, so I, Joan of Bark, slyly entered the picture becoming her best pal.

You don’t see many Bassets in my neighborhood since they’re too silly looking for the nose-in-the-air, elite set. They simply don’t go with that Mercedes or mink coat. cropped-BassetHounds-2.jpgGoldens, Labs, Poodles and Yorkies that fit in your Fendi, are the favorites here on the up-your-ass, Upper East Side.

BUT….

Lo and behold, one just moved in.

A male, the size of a German sub, named Tripp. Tripp Goldstein to be exact. Yeah I know, he sounds like he owns a football team…the San Antonio Bassets…except that he’s black and beige, like a pair of Chanel spectator pumps, with a tail that swings nonstop.

And of course the breed is famous for its stubbornness, so when I saw him with his walker, trying to pull him one way when he was determined to go another, I laughed out loud.

Carm was like that, though like any woman, could be easily wooed with compliments and treats. That’s the real reason we’re referred to as easy. Give us a coupla’ Oreos, and we’ll follow you anywhere.

I tooled over to introduce myself.

The walker was nicer than most, meaning he wasn’t loitering on the corner texting, and said that the owners were away overnight.

You mean this big boy spent the night alone?

This got my wheels (the one that’s left) turning.

I’ve written a note to Tripp’s parents offering my services complete with a resume that makes me sound like the Meryl Streep of doggie-sitters.

Oh look, honey, she did Shakespeare in the Park, with Kevin Klein and Lassie.

Yes, I oohed and ahhed over Bassets as though my mother was one, hoping they didn’t think I was a nut, admitting that I was, just a harmless one.

As far as fees go, I never took a dime for walking Carmela, always a labor of love, not that her cheap Argentinian parents ever offered. When I think how cold and careless they were I break into a sudden chorus of Babalou.

She ended up being adopted by a great family in Pennsylvania, the best thing that could have happened, and well, since she’s not much of a writer, we’ve sadly lost contact, but back to the Basset at hand.

To be quite honest, I should pay Tripp to let me walk him and bring him home for a little canine canoodle.

I’ll keep ya posted, because who knows, I might very well have a new boyfriend who’s short, squat and stubborn sleeping next to me very soon.

Let’s hope he doesn’t snore.     Unknown-1.jpeg

🙂

Susannah

 

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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53 Responses to A Basset May Come’a Callin’

  1. Eilene Lyon says:

    If I lived in NY, you’d have some competition on your hands!

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  2. Dale says:

    All they have to do is meet you. How could they ever refuse?
    And that’s a great boyfriend to have. But just so you know, Zeke snores something awful. Somehow, it’s less annoying than the two-legged kind..

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  3. Sorryless says:

    Makes me think of Hush Puppies, every time.

    You are Tripping the light fantastic on this one. Me and my sisters once rescued a boxer from a thankless lot in life on an Amish farm. He was a beauty, relegated to being an outside dog forever. That wasn’t gonna do. No way.

    I hope you score with this one. 🙂

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  4. Kate Howell says:

    Cute 🐶

    Hal Rubenstein from my iPhone

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  5. aFrankAngle says:

    It seems you are a softie.

    Liked by 1 person

  6. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, if you need references you know where you can get a slew of them! Here’s hoping you’ll soon be tripping the lights fantastic!

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  7. Vasca says:

    Love Bassets. My best friend had a sweet basset named Lulu; so cute and smart. My friend once put a whole key lime pie out on the kitchen counter for dinner. She left the house for a bit; returned and no pie in site. She accosted her son and hubby…no see a pie? Seems Lulu had stretched her body ’til she could not only reach the pie but carried the whole thing outside through her doggie door (not spilling a crumb) and casually enjoyed the entire pie.. Rolled her precious eyes and smirked. She ruled. I’m hoping that young couple cave when they meet you…they’ll immediately recognize a Basselovah. You got this, girl.

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