♫Haven't we met?♫
♫The simple but beautiful stranger♫
♫You could be good for me♫
♫I have a taste for danger!♫

♫I'll take a chance on a beautiful stranger!♫

Very strange.  Yesterday the bosses came home smelling like dog.  Of course, this is better than they usually smell.  The funny thing is, they didn't smell like any dogs I know.  I couldn't  imagine what they were up to.  So I asked Little Bit.  She's old, so she knows things.

Little Bit says that the bosses were visiting the humane society to take pictures of the dogs.  I say, "How did you know that?"  She says, "Elementary, my dear Lyle.   They left home with the flashy clicker.   They came home covered with the smell of dog mixed with a pungent scent of angst and hope.  That combination of smells could only have come from the pound." 

Little Bit talks way too much.  So I don't bother listening.  I did hear the part about dog pictures, though.

So I think to myself, self, why do you think the bosses would take pictures of pound dogs?  They have ME, Lyle the Super Handsome Whigle.  Why would they want pictures of any other dog?   Then out pops a thought from the Bump of Knowledge.  Aha.  It is a casting call.  The bosses are making a movie of my book.  They must be bringing me pictures to look at of dogs to play the parts.  I guess Antonio Banderas was not available.  Too bad.  It's pretty smart of them to cast unknowns, though.  They will probably work for free.  More moolah for me. 

So I look at the dogs.

Harley. 

Jake. 

Squirly Girl. 

Ricky. 

Jasmine.

Nice looking dogs, considering they are not Whigles.  I think they'll do fine.  I think I'll be the director.  I will yell, "CUT!" and tell everyone they are not trying hard enough.

Little Bit says she thinks the bosses should add my picture to the humane society website.

Silly girl.  Everybody knows directors shouldn't act.