Strolling Through The Park One Day

A Pit is doing his business while his owner patiently waits.

I tool by and say to the dog, “Look how much your dad loves you.” The man, irritated, rolls his eyes and says, “He just takes so long to find a good spot.”

The dog looks at me as if to say, “What does he want from me? It’s not like he has to hurry when he has to go.”  images-1.jpegThe guy shakes his head as he scoops.

I’ll admit, the dog poops like a Marine, but maybe grumpy should have gotten a Toy Poodle instead….or goldfish.

A hotdog vendor is doing his own advertising by eating one weenie after another. I marvel at his cast iron stomach. The smell alone of whatever is in one, makes me feel faint. I smile at him and say, “You seem to be enjoying what you sell?”

images-2.jpegHe says, “No, but I try to eat as many as I can since I don’t get paid much.”

If only I had a Tums to give him.

As I cross the old bridal path, remembering how lovely it was when they still had horses galloping by, I stop at the water’s edge to admire the view.

I see an array of geese cruising by like a fleet of feathered sailboats. There’s a group in particular that catches my eye. Parents and two kids…the dad in the lead, mom bringing up the rear while their offspring frolics between them. images.jpeg

Seeing where the term, goosed comes from, I watch one tease the other, Mom coasting in as if to say, “Now that’s enough there missy. Leave your brother alone.”

The father, in his own world, just stays the course, enjoying the nice spring weather.

Nature is really something.

She’s mischievous, unpredictable, colorful and occasionally cruel, yet still, what a gal, in all her dazzling, spring splendor. images.jpeg






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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31 Responses to Strolling Through The Park One Day

  1. Clever Girl says:

    I take a long time to find a good spot too!

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  2. Vasca Beall says:

    Parks ‘n pits looking for poop stops…can’t beat it. Mother Nature does her magic and wow…there it is for amazing displays of all kinds just for us to take it in. Makes my life full of happiness…just breathing the freshness of it. Aren’t we blest to be surrounded by such fascinating wonders? Every day is such a gift…it’s up to me to appreciate it. Thanks for taking me for a walk in the park. Love it.


  3. Sorryless says:


    I always wondered that about dogs. I mean, they don’t get to bring a book into the bathroom and spend a half hour reading. They’re just looking for the right patch of terra firma with which to do their business . . in lieu of reading material.

    Hot dogs as nourishment? I feel for that guy.

    Frolic is another good word.

    And you have nature pegged. 🙂

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  4. skinnyuz2b says:

    I love watching the family of geese on our pond. On land, the little ones look like they should tip over with their light-bulb shaped bodies. When an adventurous one strays too far, a parent gives a low and the wanderer scurries back. Better than TV any day!

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  5. You could have been Buddha and tell the vendor, “Make me one with everything!” Sorry. old. had to.

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  6. Dale says:

    It truly isn’t fair to the poor pooch who must poop on demand. That would be enough to stuff my urge! We have a backyard and he can go where he wants (trying to get him to go in one place is hard – old dog and all that) but when we do go on a walk, I let him go off leash so he can pick his spot at his ease! Course I have to make sure no one is around for me to take him off leash – not because he is mean, but they might be scared of dogs…

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  7. What beautiful descriptions of everything. I feel like I’m right there with you. We have animals here, but not many people. Usually when I go out for a walk, I see almost no one.

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    • We have Mardi Gras in these parts. Hope I spelled that right. So much to see. Detail everywhere. Sadly many people walk with blinders on, but I’m not one of them. If images were parcels I’d tote a heavy load indeed. 😊


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