Britain's Got Talent

Ha!

What a joke!

Me human, Renee, has gone daft for a ridiculous little fluff ball called Pudsey, who apparently looked pretty good on Britain's Got Talent.

Here it is if you want to torture yourself with sickly sweetness:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dv_gOBi8Wpk

Me?  I thought it was hopeless... all that prancing about on his hind legs, waving his forelegs in the air.  I mean, if we were intended to walk like humans God would have halved the size of our brains.

But the cheek of it, Renee suggested that I was not clever enough to do what Pudsey did... but I rather like to think about it in a different way.

To look cute and do my job, all I need to do is look deep into your eyes and cock my head on one side when you say something to me.  Pretending that I'm interested in what you're saying, you see.  Or, if I'm feeling really energetic, I might roll over onto me back and wave me legs in the air...

A guaranteed tummy rub.

Now, that's cute and it takes a fraction of the effort it took Mudsey.  (That's not a typo, by the way).

You see, it's all about knowing what skills you have and what you bring to the party.  I'm a marketing magnet and Mudsey is an entertainer; I don't have to do all that muckin' about, but I'm still valuable to the business.

Anyway, if you wanted to talk about lack of brains, how about this?  I was lying half asleep this morning when me human got into the shower.  All I could hear, half muffled through the closed door was: 'Where me keys, where me 'phone?'

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dLTIK4soif8

'Nuff said.