Uggie the dog autobiography book

Uggie
Without wonder and insight, acting is just a business. With it, it becomes creation.

—Michael Chekhov



The humans were excited. With my keen sight and sense of smell, I could tell that something was up.

Uggie the dog autobiography book

My Facebook and Twitter pages were abuzz, and everyone had been prepping for hours. Mom Mercy had been to the nail salon and Dad Omar had shaved—inexplicably—twice.

Smells of soap and shaving foam, perfume and hairspray overpowered my nostrils, until I sneezed them clear.

Having endured another pawdicure and full-body grooming, I jumped onto my skateboard and completed a few circuits of the swimming pool to loosen up.

Sniffing the air, I detected a whiff of squirrel and spotted it chattering nonsensically, as it did its high-wire act on the telephone line slung high above our backyard. Flying into a rage at the sight of that bushy-tailed trespasser, I abandoned my board and barked until my throat ached.

No amount of coaching could rid me of my intense di