The DP has been so lame lately, I'm extrasuper-excited to tell you about yesterday's supermodeling adventure!
Ok. So, the first surprise came when I walked in and other dogs were there. With Frank out of the picture, I kinda thought it was going to be all about me. But none of them were pug-cute and most were barky and whining, so it wasn't a huge deal. Total amateurs.
The photoshoot people could obviously tell I'm a professional because they called my name like 2 minutes after we got there. The pictures will be for a new Nutro dog food, so my job was to eat food out of a dog bowl (it was a fake dog bowl, but I'll get to that in a minute). I thought, seriously? You need a supermodel for that?
And then they asked me to share a pile of hotdog bits with a strange Boston Terrier. And not a big pile either. Yeah. We hadn't even sniffed butt and we were expected to share hotdogs??
My human explained that I'd never shared a bowl of food before, but I would try. So I tried. But Mr. Boston wasn't really into sharing and gave me a death stare that said BACK OFF, PUG! So I backed off and didn't get to eat a single hotdog. That really sucked, but he was scary!
When sharing didn't work, they got rid of Boston and asked me to eat hotdogs from a blue spot on the floor. The spot had numbers on it like a clock so the photographer could tell the food wranglers where to put the hotdogs. Yeah, I said food wranglers. There were two of them and they both had giant bowls of hotdog bits.
Loved the food wranglers!
So I ate hotdogs. Hotdogs at 2 o'clock. Hotdogs at 9 o'clock. Hotdogs at 11 o'clock. The whole thing didn't exactly make sense, but I didn't care. I was eating hotdogs! It was so exciting I lost my focus and got a little cracked out. OK, a lot cracked out. But, I mean, HOTDOGS!!
That's when my human said the magic word: Jimmy. She knew Jimmying would calm me down; I knew it would make everyone in the room AWWWWWW their heads off. So I jimmied. And they AWWWWWed. Then someone asked, "Can you get him to do that again?"
Ha! I Jimmied at 9 o'clock. 11 o'clock. 3 o'clock... I Jimmied around the whole freaking clock. I could tell the Nutro people were totally impressed. I bet they fired every one of the other dogs after they saw what I could do.
And then it was over. Everyone clapped and pet me and told me how I cute I am. I got a check for $100 and my human promised I can spend it on whatever I want (except more hotdogs).
Supermodeling is AWESOME.