So, here I am.

I've gotten up gawdawful early, because I went to bed very very late.

I've had along, hard day at work (one coworker was out, one forgot she was supposed to come in early...leaving me alone almost all day).

I've had to stay late, helping get paperwork in order for the quarterly report.

I've had to go out and give medicine to the horse and get bossed around by things with four legs who outweigh me a million times over.

I've had dinner at Weinershnitzel or however it's spelled.

I've sat down, to enjoy my 'dessert', a small tub of coconut creme pie flavored yoghurt.

I hear a noise. A SNERfulSCROMPTH. And I look up just in time to see the Jaws of Death descending from on high.

As my dog LUNGES up from a dead still obedient (but watchful) stare, hoping she can have the last of my yoghurt cup.

And she gets it. About 2/3rds of it.

*sigh*. So much for dessert.

CJ

Oh man. Sometimes, I just don't know what to think of DSO or his dog. Or what his dog will get us into. If you don't know DSO's dog, go here.

Or what happens when he stays up to all hours, reading boards, emails, and the like, because he's having trouble sleeping.

This time?

He responds to an ad looking for a Doberman for a guard dog. As in a dog in an independant film, not a real guard dog. The dog would be USELESS as a real one! Now Bertha's pretty dang well trained...so he emails to see if they'd take a Rottie instead of a Dobie.

Well, that didn't happen, but they apparently referred us to another production who needed a group of dogs to come in to a scene where they're gonna wake people up.

DSO emails. We get the gig. Hey, it's an extra's part. They don't actually pay or anything. It's just an opportunity to show the dog off and I know it. It's also up north. WAY up north, about 60 miles, so we're gonna be out about 10 gallons of gas for our trouble. And the call's at 1pm, so we gotta get going a couple of hours before hand to get on time.

Let's just say that a movie set is just...well. It was educational. We (and by we, I mean DSO and dog) were scheduled to be shot around 2:30pm. Instead, it was like 9:30pm when they got to us....

You know, it was sort of funny. Bertha wound up upstaging the other dogs...and got to do most of the scene where people were being woken up by herself... and that's where hiding the sausage came in. Bertha already knows the command 'go wake Dad/Pa/cat/whoever' up...but these were complete strangers. So the director had them lay down on the floor, in sleeping bags...and Bertha went around and sniffed out bits of sausage hidden in their bedding.

Let's hope for all that trouble, she doesn't wind up on the cutting room floor ;)

But my thanks to the entire crew for chatting with us, for putting up with a couple of COMPLETE newbies...it was fascinating and fun.

Oh, and small world. The wife of one of the actors is a customer (via her cat) at the pharmacy that I just left! Weirdness incarnate.

CJ