She's a Star

I received a phone call at 9 pm Friday night. It's a friend with an odd request. "Can I use your dog tonight?" Let's imagine that's a sane question. Think up all the reason's why someone would borrow your dog. Now apply those reasons at 9 pm on a Friday night. Are there any left you would say yes too? I couldn't think of any, so I asked why?

Well, it turns out that this particular friend is in the film business. He was currently at a country music video shoot, and the dog handler never showed up with a dog. He wanted me to bring my dog out so they could finish their shoot.

Hell yes. I've never been to a video shoot before. Another buddy and I load up and roll out to a barn in the middle of nowhere. The video has a white trash motif. Beer cans, whisky bottles, and fish stick boxes cover the inside of a wall-less living room.

Now my dog doesn't get anymore country. She's half Blue Heeler and half Border Collie. If you work with cattle you have or had one of those breeds. We literally pulled her out from under a bush in western Kansas. Her mother is still herding cows.

White trash is more of a stretch. She's very clean both from our efforts and her own. She doesn't drool, and she eats with her dew claw raised. Hell, she can eat off your fork without touching the fork.

So maybe she fits the video, maybe she doesn't. The director and singer seem to like her, and they filmed her. We'll see if she makes it onto CMT. I was promised a copy of the video, so I'll post it here when it's done.