My meeting with an old canine actor, not beautiful.

As if because I was a little noisy and that the other jealous man kept saying "cut", Linsey took me for a walk, supposedly because this man was stressed by my charisma.

Even though I don't know what charisma is, I'm not so stupid as to ignore the fact that it was my encouragement for Joey that made him annoyed.

So we went into the hangar or rather, the movie studio next door because according to Miss Linsey I know everything, that's what it would be called.

The atmosphere here is not better because their actor or actress did not come.

According to what my little ears picked up from the surrounding conversations, they are supposed to shoot a commercial with a dog.

Why a dog?

I don't know but, that dog is not beautiful.

It looks like it's sick and too old.

I feel a little sorry for the dog and if I were his owner, I would hide him from the children's eyes, because this beast is a pain in the eyes.

Why is the man with the cap looking at me like that? Another child kidnapper?

Quick, let's hide behind Linsey. Good idea, she's the one who'll take the eyes of the old goat.

Don't come near, old man, your shirt looks dirty and your beard is too long. Hey, you're neither Santa Claus nor his elves and it's not Christmas, you know.

Fi, fi, fi, go away, old goat.

"Pardon me, madam, but is this child free this afternoon?"

I knew it, the old goat wants something from me. Come on, Linsey, focus before you speak and say something smart for once.

"May I know who you are and what you want with our young miss?"

Why are you so soft? You should've kicked him in the butt, he's an old thing, he wouldn't have had the strength to answer you.

"Forgive me, I'm Dean Alford, director. I have to shoot a ad at all costs but my young lead actress had the excellent idea of catching chicken pox. This little girl is really beautiful and that's why I was wondering if she would agree to take her place. Her co-star would be the bored dog over there. Would you agree, madam?"

Oh, that sounds like fun, and if my commercial becomes famous, maybe I can do a TV show with Joey.

"I'm free all day long, old goat. Where do I sign up?"

"Young miss, one second please, I can't take such a decision by myself. If you want to play with that old dog, we have to get permission from mister or madam first."

What an ungifted girl.

"Give me your cell phone. Ah, I need both hands free so here. Take good care of Mister who stinks while I'm on the phone. What the hell are you doing? Don't hold him by his paw, otherwise he's going to get hurt and be careful not to let him fall down. ... Mommy, hello my darling Mommy, don't you know? Huhuhu, no, it's not that, it's not that, no, no, no, you give your tongue to the cat? I've seen Joey and she's even more beautiful in real life than on TV. Yes, yes, hihi, no. Don't worry, I told her to ditch that Dawson fool. Yeah, my lovely Mommy's the best. Congratulations, you guessed it all at once. You know, she gave me lots of kisses and called me sweet little pea. What? Yes, she's very sweet, much nicer than the idiot. You know, she's..."

"Young miss, the director is expecting an answer from you."

Ha! I had forgotten that detail.

"Mommy, an old goat asked me to play in a ad with an ugly old dog. I'd love to try and do what Joey did, Mommy. Say, would you mind? That's right, great! I'll put Linsey on the phone so you can tell her and especially because I'm afraid she might hurt Mister who stinks. I love you my lovely Mommy, I'll call you tonight, bear hug...

... Old goat, my lovely Mommy agrees. Linsey, now I retrieves Mister who stinks because he says you're unpleasant."

"Lady, if you could possibly avoid calling me old goat, that would be fine with me. When this lady has confirmed that you can participate in the shooting, I will give you the text and explain what you have to do."

Linsey hangs up, sighs and looks at the old goat with pity.

"I'd like to call mister, but he's in a meeting and... Young miss, if you really want to play in this ad, please do it properly and don't call the old director anymore, um, as you're calling him now."

What do you take me for. I have a very important goal to achieve.

"It's a promise Linsey! Mister who stinks, are you ready? Wouhoo, we're ready, old goat."

The old goat seems to be a little tired. Like his dog, in fact.

"I have a feeling this day is going to be exhausting. Come with me, I'll accompany you to the props man. This gentleman is a professional who takes care of both the costumes and, as its name suggests, the various accessories. When he has finished with his part of the work, this gentleman will guide you to the make-up artist because if not, the lamps could burn your pretty skin, among other things. While you are there, my assistant will come and give you your text. It's very short, and what you have to do is extremely simple, you'll see."

Does he think I'm worried or something?

"No worries, but I would like the dog to be changed. This old thing might die in the middle of filming and I don't want to play with a dead animal. Not to mention the fact that it's still very ugly."

"Young lady, he's my dog and he's trained for publicity. Forget about that and focus on the hours ahead. Clyde, I bring you this young lady. I think the clothes she's going to wear should fit her, but if she needs any alterations, do them quickly. See you later, young lady."

Let's just ignore that cruel old goat exploiting an animal corpse and look at all these clothes instead. Oh, there's plenty, but...

"Ugly, ugly, ugly, ah there's a very ugly one here. Clyde, all you've got is still very ugly you know."

If my lovely Mommy was here she'd say to this man: (Closes her mouth where you're going to swallow a fly). Fufufu

"Um, I see. Miss, would you like to try this?"

Let's take a closer look.

"I'm sorry, but no. My mommy always says that what you wear determines who you are. If I wear this, everyone will think that I milk the cows every morning, so no, it's just not possible."

This man, who takes great pleasure in swallowing insects, seems a little slow-witted.

"But if you don't wear it, we can't shoot the ad."

Here I am in a dilemma. To be a peasant girl and join Joey or not to wear this monstruosities and never join her. Never mind, I'm sure one of my ancestors used to shoot udders.

"Fine but note that I was against it and turn around, I don't want some suspect man looking at my cute little panties."