As predicted, I could not stop thinking about Tinker Bell, the 5-lb chihuahua that was blown away in a windstorm on Sunday, all day yesterday. I even discussed the story with several friends, mostly because - my apologies, Free Press - I thought the story was badly written and woefully short on details.
But I did not predict, nor do I think I could have predicted, that Tinker Bell would be found (tired, hungry, and muddy) because of a PET PSYCHIC!!!
Here's the story.
In case anyone was doubting that Michigan is capable of becoming the Hollywood of the Midwest it is now apparent that we have the talent, we're building the studios, and we even have made-for-TV stories!!
As for casting: I'm pretty sure all those dogs from Beverly Hills Chihuahua are still getting unemployment checks.
(My psychic prediction: Tinker Bell, her owner, and the pet psychic will end up on Oprah within a month.)
It’s us, but in dead animal form. But not really dead because they weren’t ever alive. Undead? No. That makes them sound like vampires. So not that. Fuck. I don’t know the word. Hey, how long can a title be? Because this seems excessive. Someone should stop me. Jesus. This is as bad as 280-character twitter.
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