So I was talking to my older brother. Living the working life in Manhattan with his veterinarian wife, his days can be both wacky and mundane. This story, however, stretches the limits of both. As it turns out, one of his wife's clients asked them to dog-sit her two Yorkshire Terriers. The client, a budding producer and seasoned socialite, needed to fly out to L.A. for a month for a new film she's producing and simply didn't have the time to take care of her dogs. She said she'd pay them $2,500. Just to feed the dogs and take them for a walk every day? Wow! What a steal! But wait, there's more!
The dogs drink nothing but Acqua Panna, bottled at the source in Tuscany; it must be served in a glass bowl. The owner has provided them with two cases (she will send them more as needed). I joked with my brother, "the dogs are drinking better than you!" "Not anymore," he replied (looks like they'll need extras sooner than later). Oh and on top of that, they need to scoop the dog food out of the can - only the food that doesn't touch the metal will be fed to the dogs; it must be served in a glass bowl. I didn't ask him about walking the dogs, but frankly, I don't want to know. You don't walk dogs like that, they walk you. Hearing about people like this make me happy I don't live in that world, but it also makes me want to write a screenplay. You can't come up with anything better than this.
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