Recognition of the star that I am has arrived. I have been invited to attend a function as a "celebrity". Beagle Paws, is having a fundraiser in june and I have been asked to speak. After years of neglect, I am finally getting the respect I deserve. The fact that I cannot actually talk is a minor technicality. I will be heard.
Which is more than I can say for McCann. He's been reduced to a whisper since christmas. I have to admit, it was a relief for a while not to have to listen to his constant whining: "Who ate my slipper? Does this make my bum look big? Who Pooed on the driveway?" It does get tired pretty quick. But now I feel bad for the crotchety old misanthrope. One is what one does.
But enough about him. Let's focus on me. Now that I am famous, I shall require a proper entourage. And I don't mean those syncophantic Jonas blowing bumlickers you see at the grammys. I need me some real deal bitches who know how to do more than just bark.
and security. Big dogs command respect (ain't that right Mr. Mailman?)
and my own reality TV show. "Flavour of Bone"
and a rider. cat food, corona, and coconut cream pie.
and a Raise. Bellyrubs and Backscratches and the occasional pussy to chase.
and if McCann don't like it.....he can bite me.
Tosh