Bigger Than Anyone Imagined—The Buzz Stops Here!

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Bigger Than Anyone Imagined—The Buzz Stops Here!

Mesdames et Messeurs, I know how you’ve all been holding your breath, waiting for me to post again—all you tweeters, texters, blog-nuts and Baby Gagas out there, and especially the swarms of sweeties whose skin has been streamlined by Vivesse. Sorry, sorry, sorry, with hugs and big wet ones, but it’s been such an incredible week that I haven’t had a moment even to get my paws done!

Bulletin to my love-crazed crowds: Dahlings, I’ve burst on the scene with such a bang that it’s like constellations colliding. Yikes! There’s Facebook, Twitter, YouTube, TV and newspaper ads, the Billboard, the Video—I simply can’t keep track. I know you fans at large would totally ADORE a tee-shirt. And, if I can get that up-in-the-air mistress of mine, Ms. Ditz, to stop squeezing my face for two seconds, I think we have to start taking meetings about the series. In fact, there’s a hunky Rottweiler in the ‘hood that I have my blinkers on for the male lead. But, boo-hoo, there’s not a free second for a girl to flirt!

I’m so gassed, I can’t even get my earbud to stay put. To calm myself from the feeding frenzy, I’m trying to stay in touch with my past, as the Method teaches. Recently, while meditating, I discovered that I may have been a fruit or vegetable in a past life. I bet you don’t have a clue what it’s like to try to stretch yourself, to dig deep into a former self that may have been a tomato with the sweats. But I’ve got to go on with it, because Miss Wrinkles is BIG. I try to remember what Stella Adler said, even though I’m betraying Strasberg’s memory: “Never go on stage without your motor running.”

And speaking of running, I’m almost on empty due to the barrage of calls and letters. Merci, but I must beg you all to please please please be patient about the paw-graph souvenirs you’re demanding. There’s only one of me, and two working pads. Anyway, the longer you wait, the more the paw prints will be worth.

Et moi, I won’t be worth a woof if I don’t get my beauty sleep. Tomorrow I’ve got dance lessons, leash learning, and singing class to keep my bark sharp. Plus, more cute clothes to try on—although I’m getting a little sick of thinking pink. Now if I could just get the ditzy one to book me at Vivesse to smooth out these sagging jowls. Ah, well, I can dream….

Bonsoir, Mes Amis!  

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The Divine Miss Wrinkles