elliot gould
I swear this is my last canine post, cause I'm not one of those creepy dog owning chicks. Louie is just hilar... This picture is when Louie was 4 months old. We were driving through Jersey enroute to Philly to hang with one o' my girls for the weekend. We stopped for a scoop at an ice cream joint. A two toned Cadillac pulled up. Out saunters a couple in matching parachute sweat ensembles. Her with BIG HAIR and snappin' bubble gum. Him with a fabulous belly, the kind that makes a girl stop in her tracks and say, "yummy." She screams, "oh my gaahd. It's Elliot Gould." I love Elliot Gould, so I whip my head around. No sign of Elliot. She walks over to me and says, "it's Elliot Gould." I says tah her, "where?" She says, "on yah leash!" "Oh, can we please get a picture with him? Please?!" So, I obliged, of course and while I'm snapping the picture with Louie smiling in the center of two Joiseyites, she says,...