Resume for Martha Stewart

Ms. Stewart recently lost her beloved Chow Paw Paw. She was so distraught, she vacationed in the Bahamas. Hey, every human has their own way of grieving, and frankly a trip to the Bahamas would be a nice change of pace for me... which is why I’m submitting my resume to be the replacement dog for Ms. Stewart.

Some of you may ask yourself... Martha Stewart’s dog? Yes, because Ms. Stewart really knows how to treat a dog. What with her perfectly decorated house, her ability to whip up a nice home made meal for her pups on a whim and using only the finest of ingredients, and the fact that her pups are known to either travel with her, or get a babysitter while she’s gone means cushy city for me! Plenty of bling on the collar and tons of room to run and dig up grubs, I’m all for it.

Ms. Stewart is use to fluffy dogs, and it appears that Paw Paw was indeed very fluffy (but not as fluffy as I) and I’m sure she doesn’t complain about the fluff being shed all over her expensive furnishings (unless she’s screaming at the housekeeper to “do” something about it), so I’m pretty sure that I could live the cush life there at Castle Stewart and fit in just fine.

Besides, you don’t see my human woman making decorative wreaths with my fluff and selling knock-offs of them at outrageous prices at Walmart. If she did, then I would have my own spa, masseuse, and cook here at Castle Meeshka.

So, Ms. Stewart, if you happen to be reading, I’ll be waiting for your phone call. I’m very good at comforting you in this time of grief (as long as you are slathered in livergreat).

Meeshka