Thursday, July 23, 2009

Strike The Pose...The Life Of A Super Model Doggie

It's Tabaatha, the princess, guest blogging again...

A few weeks ago, I noticed a change in our daily routines. Baarney and I have always gone on long walks, and we love them. But suddenly, the walks got longer and some running was even mixed in. Even better, dad was riding his razor scooter, and we had to pull him. It was all great fun but boy was I working out hard. At the same time, I noticed that many of my favorite peanut butter treats were being replaced by carrots, broccoli and cauliflower. I love my veggies but something was up. I want my peanut butter biscuits too. Then mom told me, and it all made sense. I had a photo shoot for Read My Paws coming up. I am Read My Paws' top model. Like any top model, I know the camera adds at least 10 lbs of fur. So, I was in my pre-photo shoot training period. Mommy was helping me get in peak shape so I would look really good.

The day of the photo shoot arrived. It was like any other day until the dreaded b-a-t-h happened. I don't like baths but when Iwas finished I looked quite beautiful and quite fluffly. Next, a big red backdrop was laid down. And like any good model who is out of hair and make-up, I layed down on the sheet and waited for the photographer. As you can see, I'm quite relaxed and ready for the camera to love me.

Next, wardrobe came, and I started getting dressed. We have some new 100% organic cotton tank tops, and I was to model these for upcoming ads.

Now it was time to strike the pose. I know the camera loves me, and I pose good for it, but I always know that after a good pose there better be a treat. I know Tyra and Giselle probably don't eat for weeks before and during a photo shoot, but not Tabaatha. I expect a treat after every pose. But, the photographer and the creative director wanted pose after pose after pose, and there were no treats. I knew immediately this must be a violation of my contract. So, I did what any good super model would do...I became a diva. I pouted and then I went on strike.

My strike worked. My personal assistant and agent, mommy, understood the problem and suddenly treats showed up. The princess was a happy camper, and the photo shoot went on. Once again I was a huge success and here's a peak at the first ad that has my picture in it.

My personal assistant has not scheduled another photo shoot yet so I'm back to peanut butter treats, ice cream, hiding from the puparazzi and reading my fan mail. I'm even fielding requests for reality shows and reviewing scripts for The Next Fashion Dog. The life of a top model is quite tough, but I handle it well. It's time for me to sign off, get my treat for writing this blog and take a nap. I need my beauty sleep. It's working, don't you think!

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

I'm All A-Twitter!

Not long ago, I told you how being a social doggie was very exhausting. Now it just got worse because I'm all a-Twitter!

Yes, I hate to admit it but I'm now on Twitter. I put it off as long as possible, but you can't be top dog and the center of attention at Yappy Hours if you don't have a Twitter account.

My Twitter name is readmypaws. You can send me a message on Twitter @readmypaws. I did my first "tweet" last night. I feel like I'm now truly a social dog and once again top dog. I've got a Barktini event to go to Friday night so after having a few drinks, eating some treats and doing an appropriate amount of sniffing, I can tweet from the Barkini. I can report live and let you know which doggies are cute, which doggies can't hold their drinks, which doggies are peeing on things and which doggies are tons of fun. I know there will be some very jealous doggies at this event.

Being a-Twitter is not without its share of problems. I have to learn a new vocabulary, and there is a whole new level of social pressure on me. If I tweet and don't like it, I will have "mistweeted." If I'm not good at tweeting, all my doggie friends will be calling me a "tweetard!" If I tweet while I've been drinking, I'll be a "dweet." If very few doggies and people follow me, I won't have any "twaffic!"

I'm counting on all of you to help me out. I know you will follow me and be my "tweeps." And, as my number of "tweeps" grow, it won't be long before I have a "twaggle!"
Gotta go tweet,