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.