He takes me to work sometimes like a newshound. His daddy and mommy use to work in tv stations in the Philippines. He's a self proclaimed studio baby and I think he's doing the same to me.
That's the news truck. Just a truck. Not a van with a big satellite dish. Just a truck with stickers.
Now he's trying to dress me like him and pretend to do the news. I guess it's fun but I hate it when I have to wear glasses. I'm not a seeing eye dog.
My daddy thinks he's some kind of Asian Clark Kent just because Superman was a journalist. Heller! Mommy is like 10 times the catch crazy Margot Kitter Lois Lane ever was and don't get me started on Kate Bosworth or Terri Hatcher as Lois Lane. You're not Christopher Reeve. You're just a Steve.
Then he makes me some kind of Krypto aka
Superman's dog.
Well news flash Mr. TV Journalist, no one recognizes you. The only reason people notice you is because of me. Filipinos see the most pogi cutest white English golden retriever ever and when they look up at the hobo that I'm walking, then they realize it's you that "guy from the TFC" bwhahahah. And stop telling people you're Juan Dela Cruz.
The funny part is I barely get to watch daddy do his journalizing. He doesn't even have cable. Can't afford it. That's why mommy the aesthetic nurse always tells me to go to law school and just be a lawyer and do not be a law school drop out like my daddy.
Great blog, Pulgoso, you got me laughing so much...you have wit and great observation skills, much better than your dad, for sure.
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