My inner Cindy Crawford

Being a model is tougher than I thought. People tell you, "look here", "look there", "look up", "now sit!" Geez, it's enough they put me in a hot ass cashmere coat in a hot ass photographer's studio in a raggedy Chelsea walk up, but dang! I didn't even get a cup of water.

And I didn't like any of the other "models" there. All snobs. And they weren't even cute. Their stage mothers were even worse. "My dog doesn't like to play." Well, I don't WANT to play with your stinky mutt!

Anyway, Cee declared her and I "friends" today. She even came out to the patio to play with me this morning, with no prompting from Bee. Unbelievable! I guess this is what happens when you start peeing outside and not only people's bedsheets. Wonder what would happen if I stopped jumping on the couch?

Dee took off for Paris on Thursday to hang with her London fling. She's going to a wedding with him in some castle. Quite romantic. I'm sure she'll be grinning for days when she returns.

I have no idea where Aye went. Let's see, it's sunny and the temperature is above 65 degrees. My money is on the beach.