DESPERATELY SEEKING HOLLYWOOD-HOUNDS
RISKY-FRISKY, DOG-BIZNESSYou heard me, I'm sending out the dog-call to all CELEBU-DOGS, that is. I feel like going Hollywood. Yep, I think you may call me, Hollywood Hound. Oh, COME on already, we have perez hilton, just jared and about a jillion other "celebrity" gossip sites. You can't swing a dead cat (just a phrase, and I didn't even make it up) without reading about and seeing snaps of every low-brow, wanna-be celebu-tard out there. So, understand that when I use the word celebrity...I'm using it quite loosely. Oh, yeah.
I have decided that it's time for the ordinary mangy-mutts like me to start rubbing paws,dishing the dirt and just blogging 'til the cows (I wanted to send a little shout-out to those handsome bovines out there) come home with all those celebrity K-9's huddled in some plush manse. You know they need to be heard and we need to hear it.
People, er, Dawgs...the K9's belonging to Denise Richards ALONE could keep us entertained for years. YEARS. Suppose, just suppose, you toss in the Playboy Mansion mongrels (I'm talking about the ones with four-legs) and it's endless. ENDLESS.
Go with me for a second...I blog about my mundane what-have-you here in Tampa, blah, blah, blah. Oh, now. I don't' really mean that, so much (maybe, just an itsy-bitsy bit). It's actually a pretty excellent dog's life around here. Even with all the flaws and faults I see, daily, in Gaz and Moolie. Yeah, they've got tons of 'em.
Then, the celeb-mongrels chime in and tell us all about their fab and exotic life, living large in H'wood, the French Riviera or some other distant locale. Hey, I think there are even famous dogs in regular places like, Florida. Hm. Don't ask me to define famous, please.
Anyway, can't you just picture it now. We lift the flap on those designer pet-purse-carriers and get to take a tiny peek into their fab dog life. Who knows, could be a drab life for all we know at this point. It's time to find out, don't you think?
So, I'm sending out the call to all "famous" four-legged, furry ones out there. Let's dig and dish the dirt and blog our little fluffy tails off.
Hold it a second. Do I need an agent? How do you get one? What, exactly is an agent and do they even have them in Florida?
Hold it another second. How do I find these celebu-dogs? Do they have agents? Do I just start howling from my balcony like in the movies? It works for those guys. You know...I howl and the mutt at the next condo picks it up and away we go...howling our up-turned heads off, all the way to those freaky-pups in la-la-land or wherever.
Is this a plan? Could it work? Perhaps, and I am pretty jazzed with all this, yet another grand Diva-inspiration. Um, could any of you come on over to the condo and distract Gaz and Moolie for a few hours while I stand on the balcony and get my howl on? Excellent. Bark at me 'cause I'm ready to kick this doggone-scheme into high-tail-gear.
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