Many moons ago, when I was in my early twenties, I got “discovered” while pumping gas. A slimy guy in a three piece suit told me I had “spunk,” asked if I’d ever done any “acting,” gave me his card, and told me to call him when I was “ready.” Man, I wish I still had that card. In any case, it was my dog who got discovered yesterday, while we were taking a walk in the neighborhood. A trio of Funny or Die filmmakers were shooting a sketch that involved a dog. Seeing as how they didn’t actually have a dog, JP Manoux, the man behind the camera, politely asked if he could borrow mine.
Suddenly I was a stage mother blinded by ambition.
Because I haven’t already linked to it enough times, you can watch it here.