Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Pomeranian in the Press: From Dogue to Vogue...

Ima Haute Chew on You, Anna


Fashion's Night Out is just around the corner (I won't be telling you what I'll be getting up to jusssst yet), but I will say this. My fave store back home, good old Barneys, has commissioned an artist to create one of a kind, handcrafted haute chew replicas of my two favorite Vogue edirixes: Anna and Grace and I, for one, can't wait to sink my teeth into those gems. The Grace doll comes complete with a mass of firey red hair, perfect for pulling out one by one. As for Anna, I just can't help myself, I want to snatch her fabulousness in my teeth and give her a good shake--let's see if the infamous bob remains perfectly static after I've had my tussle.

Anna and Grace are to be auctioned off on charitybuzz.com beginning August 31, with the proceeds benefiting The New York City Aids Fund.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Butters in Wonderland

Look who I charmed at the Juicy Press Day...

 

Pomeranian Press Days: Juicy Couture Canine

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Click here to shop Juicy's full range of doggy goodness and don't forget to check out Mommy's post at the Clothes Whisperer (though everything you need to know you saw here first). 

Pomeranian over and out. 

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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Britain's Next Top Pomeranian: another day, another shoot

The life of a model is not an easy one. But if you're like me, and you were lucky enough to be born with "it"--a tail of coiled fluffy perfection, beady glowing eyes and the most delicate of paws, it's easy peasy. I can shoot in my sleep, being the supermodel dog who coined the technique of Smizing with her tail. Everywhere I go people book me for shoots, whether I'm just romping in the park, tossing my golden locks in the sunshine or curled up in my Louis, time and time again I book random jobs without even trying: I'm just THAT GOOD. A few weeks ago I did just one such shoot after being approached in the park. God the life of a top pom is exhausting



 
 
 
 
 


Monday, August 2, 2010

Butters Takes Glastonbury


You may have thought, whilst reading on Mommy's blog about her gallivanting off to see Stevie Wonder, Jay-Z and three full days at Lovebox that yours truly must have been sat at home, dejected and alone, tail curled up by the phone, waiting for Mommy to come home. Twas not so.

Just as Miss Selfridge kitted out Mommy with passes and clothes for Lovebox, they saved the best for their real favorite four-legged blogger. You see, Mommy is too much of a city girl to do the whole camping thing, but I revel in the chance to take a dump in a wide open field, no poopie bags necessary and run free, the way mother canine nature created me. Yes, as long as I have my pretty pretty pink VI-Pomeranian tent, ample chewtoys, a bit of Dog Perignon, I can sleep just about anywhere.

Miss Selfridge of course recognized this instantly and so hooked me up with a series of outfits and VIP passes to the only festival that really matters, Glastonbury, where I snuggled up with my old friend Kate (we traded notes on maintaining our luscious blonde locks) and had a sniff of Harry Potter pal Emma's new BF. He did not smell like a foxy dachshund, more like a poodle; I predict the romance will not last.

And so I share with you. Just remember this: when it comes to rockin all night long, four legs are better than two.