i want to go HOLLYWOOD!
i can just see it, the dogs and me getting poofed side by side at our own personal groomers. they can have gucci collars and i can have a little purse to carry their poop bags to match. we can drive around in nice clean, shiny SUV's with a chauffer so i can once again cross the pitt river bridge without getting lost. we can have photo shoots and press conferences and become front cover shots for peoples (and pets) magazine. we can have PR people so everyone will like us and lawyers to sue the ones who don't (and are silly enough to say it). we can all be on the 10 best dressed (and poofed) lists and appear on jay leno and the today show. money will never be an issue and we can hire a chef so all of us eat well and healthy and i will never have to peer in my fridge longingly again.
i really want the chef.
now that was the dream i should have been dreaming...i wonder if it is too late.