Frankie is getting annoyed at me.
Here he is, embarking on a world book tour to help sell my book, AM I BORING MY DOG, and what do I do? Blog about puppy mills. I’ve tried to explain to him that other dogs are just as worthy of rescue as he was, and that if everyone thought the way he did, he’d still be out on the streets, homeless (I don’t say “or worse” because just contemplating that makes me feel awful), but he doesn’t seem to care.
I know some dogs are altruists. There’s even great footage of one pup saving a doggy pal on the freeway in Chile. (I couldn’t find an English version but know this story had a happy ending: the dog that was rescued survived and is doing fine.)
Frankie, however, thinks that it’s all about him. He’s pointed out how much everyone likes his first video promo, particularly the last shot of him looking smugly into the camera.
And, I admit, I’ve done very little up until now to dissuade him of the notion that he runs this household. It’s a bit late to start now, especially after I put him through all those wardrobe changes during the photo shoot. Let’s face it: I’ve created a doggie diva.
All I can do, then, is try to get him the media attention he feels he so richly deserves. I’ve attempted to get PEOPLEpets.com interested in interviewing him as he embarks on his world tour. So far no luck. But I’ll keep at it.
Oh yes, Frankie wants me to tell you that he’s going to be rather picky about who organizes his fan club. No one wielding needles for insulin shots, for example. That little ingrate!
Updates: Rebecca Boren, Frankie’s rescuer, has volunteered to head his fan club. And I must have had brain freeze this morning. I agree that a boy dog can’t really be a diva. Frankie can be — and definitely is — a publicity hound!