I pitched my vision for the show.
They loved it—thought I was a pro!
They got my contract back to find,
To their alarm, a DOG had signed!
That's right—one phone call with the bigwigs at the television station and I got the FETCH gig. I wowed them. Not bow-wowed them, that would come later. During the infamous "awkward" meeting.
"So Mr. Ruffman, we see that you're a dog."
"Yup! A hundred percent canine."
"So...uh...you're not just a short person in a dog suit?"
"No-sir-ee-bob!"
"Okay. Just checking."
After that came five minutes of silence. It was awkward.
"So this isn't a joke cooked up by the guys down in Accounting?"
I was beginning to get a little annoyed.
"No. I am a dog. A dog with a Vision. And we're about to make history together!"
And with that, I opened the door and marched out of the room!
And into the broom closet.
Okay. Wrong door.
The second time however...okay, now I was in a bathroom. The doors in the offices of these TV Bigwigs all look alike.
The third time, I got it right, and marched onward to my destiny!
TO BE CONTINUED…
Always fascinating, always entertaining, always...