Thursday, August 27, 2009

From Stray Mutt to Spokesperson

When Richard and Chae Lin first adopted me from the shelter, I thought they merely wanted a soft furry welcome waiting to lap at their knees everyday. But after someone who thought me movie material approached them - well, they had bigger plans for me. Me, a former mangy stray, now the New Face of SPCA. So on a fine morning when I would rather have been sleeping in, I was pulled out of my soft bed and put in front of a camera. Hmmph. You know I'd never thought much of my looks; but I must say I look like a handsome cad on camera. Hugh Jackman, it's curtains for you.

Chae Lin prepping me for a long day ahead

One of the first scenes took place at a busy street. I can tell you I felt mighty grand when they brought traffic to a halt just for me. What a difference from the days cars actually tried to run me down! I can remember an old friend on the street being run over, and no one so much as stopped to help. Sad... Which is why I didn't whine too much when they made me repeat a simple running scene 15 times. I'm lucky to be here, really.

Lookit me run! Lookit me earn my biscuits. Ain't I a good doggy?

After all the running back and forth, the shoot ('shoot' - what a scary name! good thing it doesn't involve bullets and those ugly hulking dog hunters) came to a halt when it rained for 2 hours straight. By then I was decidedly hungry, a healthy appetite having devoured most of my doggy snacks. Seeing me beg with my puppy eyes (I may be getting old but I still know how to work 'em!), a young girl shared the Cheezels she was eating with me. Ahh, cheese. *happy yip*

Richard & me getting some much needed rest

--- OK, wait; where was I? Look, that cat was being a tease; I just HAD to chase it. Slimy lil thing. Right...the commercial shoot. I suppose now that I've had my fun, I really should tell you what the story is all about....

Or maybe I should just let you watch the thing. Be patient! The commercial is being launched in a few days' time. (That is all I know; dogs don't do dates. We depend on humans to keep track of those things.) Frankly, though, I can't wait to see it. Every dog and dog-lover in the nation is gonna love this. Possibly cat-lovers too. Yes, I'm that irresistible. You shoulda seen the shop owner's face in the one scene he shared with me! It's a wonder more of us aren't adopted. We ARE ever so loveable.
And to milk the most out of my 'loveability', perhaps I'll go persuade a nice rubdown out of my dear owners - or a snack even. And then settle down in the cosy little patch of sun over there for a nap.

If that cat doesn't come back, that is.

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LATEST edit: my YouTube page is up! I've just uploaded my first video - the Making of my debut appearance. More to come soon =P

All I Ever Wanted

Dragged out of the wet night streets and into the arms of a loving family. A dream that comes true for too few strays - but came true for me. Lucky fella, I am. *insert contented Woof here* As I am typing this with the aid of a loyal owner, a production house is putting together a film of me - that's right, me - starring in a commercial that will soon be aired on Television. I don't understand these humans and their fascination for this Television - but what's great is that I get to curl up beside them on the couch as they watch their moving pictures. (Occasionally they feed me chips, which is even greater.)

And look here - my first blog entry EVER. This InterNet thing is so much more fun than boring Television. *excited Woofs* My owners decided it would be a good idea to share my story with the world. Who knows, by the time my screen debut is on air, I may already be famous.

But the fame is not important to me. I prefer biscuits - fame is overrated. Really. You humans have no idea what it is to be full and happy and sleepy, and warm, and loved. This is my tale. And this is just the beginning. More to come soon....

In the meantime, good night! (It is not actually night now, but us dogs can curl up for a nap anytime; and this cushion is SO much softer than the street.) Please drop me a message, or a bone. I'll be back to lick your face in gratitude.

Cheers ~