Kaylee ,'Jaynestown'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
he ran out and got himself a rescued poodle about the same size and color as the dog from the movie. He knew he could never live without a dog again.
DAWWW. And yeah. Turns out I'm a dog person, just add Frankie (actually, it was a long road starting with Liberty the boxer, and then Jonah, and the adorable but unfortunately named Cowpie, and Lulu, and Pippin, and a cast of many. But with him I fell in love at first sight).
As the owner of a rescued poodle, can I say that this proves that Ewan is My Secret Boyfriend? BECAUSE IT TOTALLY DOES OH YES.
Any screenplay I write from now on is going to have a dog in it because I Want That Casting Couch!
I can't believe, now that Bartleby is the center of my universe, that I was ever NOT a dog person. Now, I love all the dogs.
Bless Ewan's heart...and good on the pooch he rescued!
I read an article once about the guy who trains most of the dogs in Broadway shows -- at the time the article was written, there was the chihuahua in Legally Blonde and he'd just finished with Sandy in the umpteenth revival of Annie, and there were a few others -- and he said that he gets the dogs from shelters, not breeders. To find them, he goes to the shelters and tries to find the dogs who, in the midst of all the other dogs and the noise and the people and everything, are just chilling out and minding their own business. He says that, if they can be calm in that situation, then he can train them to handle the lights and orchestra and applause without freaking out.
I love dogs, but I have a lingering issue with poodles. I think it stems from the time I was visiting a friend when I was around 10 years old, and her family's standard poodle barfed on my leg. Yuck.
Also, I still get a bit freaked out by Dolberman Pinschers. I think I watched too much 1970s tv, in which they were the go-to breed for ferocious guard dogs.
As much as I love all the dogs, I too have a lingering issue with 'pointy-nosed' dogs. I can't remember where that aversion comes from, and I'm working on it, but it is definitely something I notice.
I used to think I hated poodles until my mom pointed out that my grandma's dog Holly was a poodle. One of the best dogs ever, just never groomed all fancy. I love that part in Travels With Charley where the wife takes him to the groomers and the author feels like he's not even the same dog.
The biggest doberman I have met is also the sweetest. Freaking huge but she just wants to climb up in your lap while managing to look fierce and intimidating. I think it's the pointy ears and the sleek lines of their coat patterns. Also they're among the smartest dogs and when one of them looks me in the eyes I can't help feeling like she knows something. Like how fast I can run or something.
Dobermans don't really have pointy ears.
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