Tom Foolery

A dog, a mutt if you will, the size of a pork roast, is eying a stick the length of Long Island.

Yours truly is watching while stretching against a tree.

His owner, off a ways, is busy picking up poop, bless his law abiding heart, searching for it amid the leaves as our canine hero examines the stick as if he’s about to take a measurement, going right to left, left to right.

Suddenly I hear, “Tom, come on Tom let’s go,” but Tom appears to be still contemplating.

Tom then backs up like a souped up Chevy before charging, headed straight for the middle, grabbing that stick evenly before trotting after his master, who doesn’t seem the least bit surprised.



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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37 Responses to Tom Foolery

  1. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, instead of Tom maybe he should have been named Teddy. Wasn’t it Teddy Roosevelt who said, “Speak softly, but carry a big stick”? I’m sure you know the correct speaker.
    That little pup was shooting for the stars. No twigs for him.

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    • Yup. TR said that alright.

      I think dogs don’t ever pay attention to their size. I’ve seen Yorkies take on Pitts like little Napoleons. The self confidence always makes me smile, and shudder, just a little.


  2. Dale says:

    I can just picture this scene. Gotta love little dogs with big ambitions!

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  3. Loved your description of the dog size. Super post.

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  4. Oh, I love this!!! There are SO many stories to capture in the park, and this was done brilliantly! The weekend before last I saw a dog the size of long island (a Great Dane, me think) carrying the leash of a dog the size and shape of a peach (and about as fuzzy), which undulated and wove in and around and between the legs like a canoe under the Brooklyn Bridge, attempting, it seemed, to tangle up the giant dog-minder-of-dog’s legs, but the latter just kept stoically lifting one manhole-size paw or another and ambling along. I now wish I’d taken a photo!! šŸ™‚ Na’ama

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    • Funny you should mention Great Danes since suddenly there are quite a few cantering around like Polo ponies. Talk about not realizing your size.


      • I know!!! I’ve been wondering, has there been a thing about enlarging NYC apartments to accommodate these ponies?? Because if there is, I want to get on that list … (for a larger apartment, not necessarily a pony-sized pooch – pressing against my walls to try and get the place bigger doesn’t seem to be working … šŸ˜‰ )

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  5. Sorryless says:

    It’s that rubber tree plant dream that old Blue Eyes once crooned on. If you’re gonna dream, it might as well go big.

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  6. You have a gift for description so that your words are better than a video. Good for Tom for being ambitious. šŸ™‚

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  7. Smart Dog – “Walk softly and carry a big stick”

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