It was inevitable. I’m not sure that I would have chosen this path had I known how rigorous and invasive it would be. Fame…that elusive, and tantalizing old seductress…has ruined more happy and uncomplicated lives than can be estimated. The price fame extracts is often incalculable, leaving its victims blinking like moles in bright sunlight.
Since our book’s release, library appearances, and rave book review, Lizzie and I rarely have outings where we are not recognized. People freely shout out our names as they see us, come over to pet us, and then call their friends over to meet “The Summerpugs,” as we are referred to by many. All of this is lovely, and naturally I deport myself graciously and manfully (not like that shrinking idiot who shadows me).
Which brings me to last night’s baseball game. We ate before leaving and since it was Mom and Dad’s last night on the Cape, we had lobsters and steamers for dinner. Knowing how wild Lizzie and I are for those delicacies and also how they would miss us, Mom and Dad threw many steamers and bits of lobster our way. I have never been one to halt a feeding frenzy and last night was no exception. On the way to the game I began to experience some discomfort in my stomach, which always causes me to pant. By the time we arrived my bowels were in turmoil, roiling with activity. Dear reader, under these circumstances there is no controlling the next byproduct of this agony. Soon there were groans from all of the passengers as I released my noxious vapors into the car. Still, I bravely trotted around the field, greeting the many fans that recognized us. Under normal circumstances I could have retreated into my mom’s arms, but I couldn’t since my public wanted to see a feisty, confident, swaggering pug. And so, the show must go on.
P.S. I’m not including a photo this time for the obvious reason, and because you saw so many last time…
It’s Lizzie writing for Mason today. Mason asked me to because he is just plain exhausted from our morning book reading and signing at the Osterville Library. I think Mason gets himself very worked up at these events and by the time they are over, he just crashes. I don’t have the same interest in meeting “our public” (Mason’s words) because, as you know, I am quite shy. I like little children who are very quiet and gentle. They don’t scare me and I actually like being petted by them.
Mason, on the other hand, loves it when people get excited over him, exclaim about how cute or handsome he is, and run around with him. If you didn’t know Mason, you would assume he really loves everyone (which he does) but what he actually loves more is the thought that they may give him food! He always has an ulterior motive. He cracks me up because I can see just what he is really after and most people don’t have a clue.
Mason makes such a big deal over these appearances, telling me to look perky, eager, and alert. He says I act like a loser by hiding under a chair or behind Grandpa’s legs. He says my droopy looking tail turns people off and that I really need to “turn it on” for the crowd. I’m sorry, Mason, but I am not like you and never will be. I do try to be friendly but I can’t light up like a Christmas tree on a moment’s notice. Mason says we’ve got to give the people what they want, and what they want is some “razzle dazzle.” I don’t know about that. I’m just Lizzie…nothing more, nothing less. I figure that folks will either like me or they won’t, regardless of how I “work the room.”
Okay, that’s it from me today. I know Mason will tear this to shreds after he wakes up from his beauty nap. He specifically said, “Don’t make a fool out of yourself, Lizzard, and try to sound mildly intelligent.” As Popeye would say, “I yam what I yam.”
Thanks for reading!
Sometimes I also get exhausted after these events and just fall asleep in weird places.
Ah, dear reader, the sweet smell of success is in the air…fragrant as a spring morn, sweet as a summer breeze, pungent as a fall day, and crisp as a winter apple! I apologize for paraphrasing Sally Field’s famous academy award acceptance line for Norma Rae, but they do really like me.
Today I (and yes, Lizzie too) had my first library appearance for our book, SUMMER PUGS, in Marstons Mills and I experienced the heady rush of adoring young eyes as I sashayed my delectable body about the room. Lizzie, of course, is a dope that hides behind her grandma’s legs and cowers in corners, trying to avoid contact with devoted admirers. I, however, fully embrace this time because experience has taught me that such people often come bearing treats.
As Grandma read our book aloud, Grandpa displayed it on the wall so everyone could see each page vividly enlarged. Afterwards Grandma answered questions about us and then our fans covered us with hugs and petting. Grandpa had made stamp pads of our paws so that each book we sold was stamped by us. All in all, it was a great success. Tomorrow we go to the Brewster Ladies’ Library (not sure why it is called a ladies’ library, but I’m sure there is a perfectly valid reason) where a substantial gathering is expected. I thought I would hate interrupting my daily schedule, but I actually like the attention and new faces.
I do wish my mom and dad were here to see their superstar, but photos will have to suffice. Right now, I am exhausted and need a power nap. More later.
Granny holding us at the Marstons Mills reading and signing. Look how fluffy and handsome I look!
Photo credit: Paul Rifkin