Girls on film.

B: So, you may or may not know this…but we’re actually a big deal. We know this because we were put in our pet carrier one day and were taken to Mid Coast studios where we had our very own PHOTO SHOOT. Oh yeah, that’s right. Move over Kardashian sisters (we watch E! all day long…so we know what’s what), here we come!

M: It was pretty cool, I have to say. There was this really nice, tall guy who started taking our pictures.

B: Uh, would you let me tell the story please? You don’t know how to explain it correctly and your vocabulary totally lacks any style.

M: Oh, I see we’re back to our same shenanigans again, huh B?

B: Whatever. Anyway, the set was a crisp white (I think it really brought out my eyes), and our owner acted as our “stylist”, as she put our bed, bark lounger and our toys all around us. I think the setup was quite good…I felt good – and I know damn well that I looked gorgeous, too. Our photographer was Ryan Streveler, a sheer genius behind the lens. I brought out my arsenal of poses that I had been practicing, thanks to “America’s Top Model”. I mean, take a look at this one…

Gorgeous, isn’t it? I was totally picturing myself modeling some Gucci or Christian Dior Couture. Look at the extension of my back leg! I’m telling you, Miss J would be totally proud of me if she saw that.

Mocha, on the other hand, gave him “cute”, like this one…

To me, this personally looks more “Sears catalog” than Couture. But I guess she tried.

M: You’re talking about me like I’m not even here! I think I look awesome.

B: Yeah. Awesome. You could tell you had no experience. You kept walking into the lens! I think you may have licked it too!!! I don’t think Ryan was too pleased…but the consummate professional that he is, he was a sweetheart about it.

B: Here we are trying to re-create the iconic pose of the girls from ABBA in the video “Fernando”. I think we may have missed the mark a little though. Oh well, I still look hot!

M: How conceited are you? Seriously!

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Mocha and Bijou

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Allow ourselves to introduce….ourselves.

Hey world.

Whazup? (We’re trying to be more “Urban”).

We’re Mocha and Bijou. People tell us that we’re damn cute. We agree wholeheartedly.

So what’s our story? Well, we were born in a place that can only be described as “way the hell out there”. Seriously. We saw some Amish people.

We started off with a Mom, a Dad, one sister and two brothers, and for the first seven weeks of our lives we lived in one gigantic cage (or “crate”, as people are calling it to make themselves feel better) with our siblings. It wasn’t a bad existence.

Then one day two people showed up. He was wearing a suit (pretty snazzy) and she was more casual, with a fun t-shirt and jeans. Then, without warning, we were pushed into a small, blue carrying case and were schlepped in the car to some place almost two hours away. It’s mostly a blur, since we were asleep for most of this escapade.

When we awoke, we were led into a nice, albeit small, ranch house with hardwood floors. Cozy? Yes. Flashy? Hardly. At first glance, these two had no idea what to do with us, which was substantiated by them letting us run amok all over their lovely house. We showed them exactly what we thought of them and their hardwood floors, as we relieved ourselves under the dining room table and the like.

Now seven weeks have passed since that one fateful evening.

They’re getting better..we now each have a “crate” of our own, which we have to admit, is pretty cozy. We get to stretch out…but we do have to be careful of that damn water dish that they put in each of our crates….Damn thing spills in the middle of the night and it makes our fur wet. This is far from comfortable.

They have also bought us many toys. Toys to eat. Toys to destroy. We like this. Sometimes we feel that the whole point of our existence is to see how fast we can actually kill said toys. This seems to anger them….which doesn’t really bother us, since all we need to do is flash our “cute face” and they forget all about being mad at us.

They’ve also enrolled us in school. Now, every Saturday, we’re carted off to this huge room where we find other puppies that are much bigger than we are. It smells and it’s full of gross fur and slobber….something we don’t really enjoy. More on this later…

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