almost a star

the other day i was so close to stardom i could literally smell it. 
no, reallly - i was on set and i could smell it. 
                                                                                feel it. 
                                                                                            see it. 
                                                                                                       hear it. 

as soon as i knew that my human uncle thought i should be in the new video he was working on for our friend's band -trifono - i ran and put on my costume...

the devil horns were an instant hit. 

on set everyone was so friendly and i was a welcomed surprise. 

lots of commotion. lots of action. lots of distraction. 

too bad that as on all shoots, they were running behind schedule and so,

                                                                                                                                                                                                               alas,

my cameo debut only made it as far as the personal handheld "flip" video footage of behind the scenes. regardelss, i still felt like a star. that, i can hold onto...

a dog's best friend...

best friends are hard to come by. spike is it. he is with tula now, but i really miss him.

i am on the hunt for a new best friend. 

one who gets me right away. 

one who can rough and tumble with me 

or chill on a hill with me. 

spike was an old soul. one of those wise and easy going characters who could get along with anyone. 

i want to say he wouldn't hurt a fly, but that would actually be a lie! 

he would chomp down on anything with insect wings...bees, wasps, bumble bees - 

he was a dare devil on that level. 

occasionally i try it out... 

ouch!

talk to the paw

noseprint. that is what it is. each dog is distinguished from another, amongst many things, from it's noseprint.

this is ollie. as i have said, this is ollie and he is the grand alpha of my canine pack.

rescued one dark and rainy afternoon from a posh neighborhood square by christina, of course.

he is our eldest, now that tula is gone. he runs the pack like a male lion. king. alpha. he is of little words and large, grandiose, yet subtle gesture. it leaves an imprint. i, luckily, have escaped any reprimand from him...i attribute that to tula and spike's warnings, but also to my keen senses.


but mostly ollie is the "talk to the paw" sort of dog.