Pawty like a Rock Star!

So my bestest buddy Eric was hobnobbing on the high street, looking for more fancy footwear at Selfridges when he ran into Mrs. Victoria Beckham —Posh Spice herself! He almost flipped his wig when she cornered him by the baby soc—errr—dog knit footwear rack and started blabbering on and on how she's heard he was good friends with me and if it wasn't too much trouble, would he be so kind as to get me to pawtograph this photo for her?

"To Posh, 

Lotsa licks!

Your love pup, 

Petey"

Later that evening, Eric was taking in Madonna's concert (Posh slipped him some VIP tickets to thank him for getting my pawtograph) and just before the final chorus of "Into the Groove," an usher ran up with a backstage pass, telling him that Madonna insisted he come backstage immediately after the concert.

Then she started singing, but the words didn't sound quite right:

(To the tune of "Like a Prayer")

"When I call your name, Petey my Cairn terrier,

I'm down on my knees, the ball rolled under there.

In the midnight hour, I can feel your power

As you tug the leash, to pee upon the flower."

When Eric went backstage after the concert, he was shocked that all Madge wanted to do was find out all about me. 

"After she changed out of her costume and came out in this tee-shirt," said Eric, "I realized that Guy Ritchie had been barking up the wrong tree suspecting Madonna was involved with A-Rod.

"It was more like 'A-Dog' — Petey, to be precise." 

I was shocked. Shocked I tell you when Eric rang me up with this news. Who knew I'd become an international sex symbol among the 2-leggeds?

Then some friends here in the Village held another Adoption Day for the North Shore Animal Rescue. Who should show up but Angelina Jolie! (The lady can't pass up an adoption, apparently!)

When they told her it was adoptions for dogs and cats, not children she said, "I'm here for Petey. He rocks a fauxhawk even better than Maddox. Brad's changed his last name to Pittbull, but it doesn't matter—I simply must have Petey."

She was heartbroken when she heard I already had a home and wasn't looking to be adopted. (I sure hope she pulled her pants back up before she headed to the airport on the bus.)

Then yesterday morning, I was going out for my usual constitutional when I spotted this across the street!

Had I become the George Clooney of canines overnight? I ran home to call Eric to tell him all about this latest turn of events, when I was stopped in my tracks in Times Square!

It was ERIC! The royal Square Dog taking up a whole six stories in the world's crossroads. Cars were screeching to a halt as fans ran into the streets to genuflect in front of his image!

Later that day, Giselle Bundchen made headlines when she insisted the catwalk be changed to the dogwalk as she strutted in her custom-made Eric dress... Bow wowsa!

Busloads of people lined up for hours to see the latest installation at the Metropawlitan Museum of Art.  They tossed the Mona Lisa in the trash to replace it with this:

Yes, indeed. Eric has taken America by storm—far exceeding my celebrity fanbase.  I knew I was yesterday's news when I finally saw this! 

With King Eric on the currency, maybe the dollar will FINALLY catch up to the pound now! (Or will it now be called the Dog Pound?)

Update on the Poker game....

So I swung by Lacie, Scruffy and BabyStan's place to drop off some grub. And decided to sit in on a few hands of BlackLab Jack. Well, all I can say is it's a good thing that my Bark Obama tee was at home because very quickly I was losing my shirt!

Then I took a better look at the poker chips....

Hmmm, that doesn't seem quite right. Is Lacie skimming some profits off the house? (Well, it is HER house after all.) 

Then I looked more carefully at the cards... hey wait a darn minute - that's BABY STAN!

And of course Scruffy would be the King of Hearts (although I don't know about that sword through his head? Maybe he had an itchy ear...)

Of course the biggest flirt on the entire Blogosphere was the Queen of Hearts (or should that be broken hearts? Although checking the empty wallets of the other players, maybe it's just BROKE hearts!)

I called the Card Girl over and asked for a fresh pack!
Hey! It's Asta! And she'd been reduced to wearing a just a playing card after an unsuccessful round (well, it depends on who you ask about it...) of Strip Poker. Hope Stanley doesn't hear about that... Tanner, you may want to wait awhile before you start wearing Asta's clothes...just a suggestion.

So who WAS the big winner? The cool cat behind the mountain of Lacie-embossed chips? None other than that Italian  hep cat, Opus, Lacie's most recent victi—err—boyfriend. Coincidence?

I think not. Something smells fishy about this poker party and it ain't Opus's mackerel kibble!

I'm just saying!

In remembrance...

In honor of Mommy's grandfather, who was a soldier in the Scots Guard in WWI (his regiment wore hats like these, but with a black cockade to recognize the Scots Guard) and in memory of our dear friend Girl Girl, who was a soldier for international friendship, we'd like to post this photo of Eric's today as a Veterans Day tribute.

Peace.

ANTM- America's Next Terrier Model!

So Mommy and I are walking up on 8th Avenue the other day, when she peeks into the window of the newly opened West Village Veterinary Hospital and recognizes a familiar face...

Hey! I recognize that handsome fella looking back at us!

Do you know this sexy guy in his boudoir shot???

We went in and looked around the corner, and look who we spied...(Pssst! It's that guy in the upper lefthand corner...)

Yeah, you know that smile!

We also spied these three happy wires...they're Asta's predecessors...Nick, Nora and Charlie. (I don't know if I got them in the right order, but Asta will correct me.)

These were all shot by our good friend Tracey. Aren't they wonderful photos? Ahhh, and just when I thought I'd retired from modeling. I wonder if Tyra Banks will walk by and "discover" me?

HAPPY DAYS ARE HERE AGAIN!

No long post today - we've stayed up too late. But we can't wait to wake up to a beautiful new day tomorrow. We are so proud to be Americans.

A tennis ball in every pot!

I went down to SoHo with Mommy today and we saw these signs in a store window!

There's no excuse for not voting. Less than 100 years ago, women who protested that they didn't have the vote were arrested and beaten almost to death. So play hooky, skip the gym, order dinner in rather than go to the store...and high-tail it to the polls!

And hopefully, on Wednesday morning, we'll be doing exactly this!

We saw this sign as well. It's kind of hard to read but it says "Let the issues be the issue." Amen to that.

So from Petey and Mica -- Happy Election Day! (And to paraphrase Sarah Pallin "Say you can throw, Joe!")

What a great party!!!

While our bloggie party at the Tower of London was terrific fun, I also got to attend the annual Spooktacular Party at the Dog Run. It was fantastic! A perfect clear night, pleasant temperatures and loads of scary stuff!

Hmmm, I guess these MilkBones have extra calcium to make them glow in the dark!

There were invisible witches flying over the run on their broomsticks. (Although it looks like we may have hit one with an errant tennis ball!)

And lots of spooky ghosts flew overhead...the spirits of Tennis Balls Past....
There were bats dangling from cobwebs, black ravens along the top of the fence, a huge spider web on the wall and a trail of black rats dancing out of the corner!

Here I am in my dragon costume! I wore it for over FOUR hours and would have kept it on longer but Mommy said I couldn't sleep in it. When I ran for the ball, the wings would fly out and when I wagged my tail, the dragon tail wagged, too. I WON A PRIZE! A gigantic basket filled with treats, toys, balls and a new towel for when I go to the beach. Yipee!!!

My pal Lyle was Peter Pan....

And his brother Butch was Pinocchio (which is kinda funny since he has an extra long nose!) I don't have any pictures of their sister Jesse, a German Shepherd mix, who was a dark angel or their little brother Mickey, a blonde cocker spaniel, who was a policeman. Mickey had a neat little hat that he wore all night, hence winning the prize for THE MOST DURABLE COSTUME!

The prize for BEST LARGE DOG went to my pal Sadie, who was a yellow taxi cab!

Piney's eyes look spooky here -- maybe because he was a Pitbull in Lipstick!!! Really! He had on red lipstick, a dark wig (very briefly), his "Palin/Hasselbeck 2012" button and a price tag on his collar for $150,000! He made Mommy laugh and laugh and laugh!

We also liked Fern's costume! She was a Polar Bear for Obama and won "MOST ORIGINAL." 

There was another winner, Pimm, a golden retriever, who was a Freudian Slip! Very intellectual costumes, mais non?

Penny is one of my gal pals, she's a little Wheaten and looked adorable as a punkin!

Our dog run is next door to a bar called the Brass Monkey. This group was going there - Capt Crunch, the Trix Rabbit, Count Chocula, Frankenberry, some Lucky Charms and of course, a carton of Milk! Mommy thought they should have carried weapons so they could be Cereal Killers!

Speaking of bar, Lyle tried to sneak out for a brew and a jalapeno popper, with a couple of mozarella sticks on the side!

Mommy and I had a wonderful time. It was the best Halloween party ever! On our way home, we walked back through the park to see the Pumpkin Patch. There must have been about 100 Jack-o-Lanterns all a-glow with lots of people admiring them. I got asked to have my photo taken alot! (Though some people thought I was a dinosaur or an alligator...)

 
Here are some of our favorites - so creative!

This one looked like a haunted house... boooooo!!!!!!!
Are you scared yet? Hope everyone had a wonderful Halloween and got lots of treats!