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.

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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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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.

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  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.

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      • 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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