Yes, that’s me darling. On my way to Hollywood. Virgin – Upper Class. It’s a mode of transport not a self description! There’s nothing that compares to ones own basket, but I will settle for a flat bed if I have to…and quite honestly, it’s the only time I like to graze…Not good for my figure, but I’m sure I’ll work it off when I get there. I do hope the studio have arranged I get my own golf cart…so many people to see and places to be!
At last, long haul can be such a drag. Fortunately, I got myself a little in flight paw massage so my pads aren’t puffy! Phew…and here I am ready for a long day at the office….
Now, where’s my golf cart. I hope my people talked to their people? Ahhh yes that’s better. Just one problem…pugs aren’t blessed with the longest of legs. I think I need a driver…HELP, purrlease….! I just can’t quite reach those pedals….
Fan mail – so many admirers…please keep them coming. My favourite zip, 90210!
You know how I love the brights, the big city. Here I am – in my element. Not too much room to really show off my puglet pirouette on this plinth. It’s a move I’ve perfected. Nose to tail, very fast, very circular….I guess you got to be there…
And finally, the reason for my trip is of course to get my paws on one of those most covetted golden deco fireplace ornaments. It would look simple delightful just to the left of my basket back home, not to mention it’s heavy enough to double as strategically placed stratching post. I’m crossing my perfectly manicured paws…it’s time the industry recognised my obvious talents. What’s a pug got to do to get noticed?
TTFN …Muaw, darling
