Feeling sheepish

I haven’t quite got over the disappointment of not being taken to audition for the movie that’s going to be filmed here next month. Apparently it’s a Disney production — just imagine the extra money they would have made selling cuddly Ruperts.

But then, the other day, I thought maybe I was in with a chance. The groomer came and gave me a thorough makeover. Linda started calling me a brébis, which I thought was a character in the film. I later found out it means a sheep. But I’m not proud. I’ve had acting lessons as you know, so I could play a sheep as well as the next dog. However, when Linda started laughing, I realised that perhaps I’d looked a bit funny during the grooming session. Linda said she was just laughing affectionately. I’ve included a picture so you can see for yourself. Now, do I really look like a sheep?

All is not lost, though. I’m going to try to persuade her or David to bring me over to where the filming is going on. Then I could escape and run into a scene. They would spot my potential and give me a starring role. Watch out for me at a cinema near you.

A star is missed

I’m a very disappointed poodle. There was great excitement here because the famous Steven Spielberg is directing a film in the area and yesterday anyone could go along and try for a part as an extra. You will all recall that I am a great actor — my interpretation of Pyramus and Thisbee is the stuff of legend. (“Yes, we remember how you confused Thisbee with your Frisbee,” interrupted Linda, but I ignored her.) I could also be very useful to the cast. During one of my drama lessons, our teacher fainted and I licked him back to life, although I thought I heard someone say he was just acting. I disagree.

Anyway, I suggested that Linda put on her best dress and dust off my diamante collar so we could go along to the casting. She wouldn’t go! She said it was because she didn’t want me to be disappointed if I didn’t get a part, but secretly I think she would have been upset if I’d got a part and she didn’t. But couldn’t you just imagine us in a Hollywood film, strolling along the cobbled streets, me wearing my diamante collar and Linda with a jaunty red beret? I bet we would have been invited to the Oscars.

The film is about restaurants.I am a gourmet dog; not only do I go occasionally go to Michelin star restaurants like Le Vieux Pont, I have fresh chicken cooked with herbs de Provence and garlic every day. I would be a natural for this movie. Just the other day my friend Jessie (international food advisor and cook extraordinaire) called by and asked what the wonderful aroma was coming from the kitchen. It was my dinner. I only have the best. Helen Mirren would love me to sit in her restaurant in the film. I could hunt rabbits and truffles for the menu and, with my good looks and charm, act as the Maitre'de. 

If any of the readers could pass this information onto Mr. Speilberg, I would appreciate it and so — I think — would he.

Here's a picture of me looking French.