YETI the WONDER DOG Goes Hollywood  

Yeti the Wonder Dog and moi
spent all Friday evening in the vicinity of St. Ignatius of Loyola Church.
It's a lovely edifice located on Park Avenue
on the fashionable East Side of Manhattan.

This marks his second appearance in a feature film.

Under the current Taft Hartly Law he will be entitled to his
union card
very soon.

He was a big hit.

As the evening wore on
I became his spokesperson and press agent

as I waxed poetically on his virtues and his good breeding.

(The Truth is: I found him abandoned in the streets ...
but this is known as "recreating yourself from a shaggy dog story"
and is perfectly acceptable as many famous people do virtually the
same thing when they discuss their background on late night talk shows.)

EVERYONE
from the lowest Assistant to the Third A.D. -
to the director of

the not to be completed too soon
"Town and Country"

sought to get to know him better...

and they did.

Yeti had gone Hollywood.

In the interests of good taste
and not wanting to sound like one more effete snob
who happens to possess a handsome brute of an animal

it suffices to say: everyone petted and patted him all night long
and all
had their blood pressure reduced several points...

This is no small fete given the over riding pressures
inherent in shooting a Friday night scene in Manhattan ...

Only once Yeti attempted to take the face off of a year old male Boxer...
who was also on the set ...

(I think his name was "Lefty from Lodi")

and to this degree

Yeti was also successful...

I smoothed over that altercation
with a genuine Goombah from New Jersey
before the night came to an end.

A quiet and well attired strapping fellow

-however-
it wasn't even his dog: He'd borrowed it for the evening
from a "friend".

(I didn't follow up on that particular line of questioning.)

In addition this well attired individual
had brought along his very on gofer!

Obviously someone slightly lower on the food chain... ********

The STAR of the film

Warren Beatific 

spent the evening getting in and out of a cab on 88th Street and Fifth Avenue
and crossing the pavement into the swanky joint he was supposedly living in.

The archetypal Fifth Avenue Doorman

 (in Greek Mythology he is the one
  who ferries dead souls over the River Styx)

has a brief exchange of words with Warren -

and then: EXIT OMNES

end of shot / "Cut"/ "First positions, please..." etc. etc. etc.

Once again
the axiom concerning
monkeys, typewriters, Shakespeare
and an infinite amount of time

(in this case: also money)

proved to be true.

As Friday night became Saturday morning
they eventually got what they wanted.

In this business everyone has someone who looks just like them.
This time it was an A.D. who looked like Cuba Gooding.
His job was to protect the camera from the great unwashed
who were not involved in the filming.

I will not reveal HIS real name either
in the interests of good taste
but I will say this:

he was slightly offended when Yeti brushed against his pants leg
and he threatened to charge me for dry cleaning damages.

The Goombah from Jersey was more of a gentlemen...

despite the fact Yeti had tried to remove his dog's face

by the end of then evening
we were conversing over chocolate cake
and we had straightened out everything
so there was no beef
between us.  

Post Script   The grapevine has it: might be a while before the Boxer is ready to go another few rounds with Yeti the Wonder Dog.   A Star is Born! (Yeti the Wonder Dog at home)