DOGS OF HOLLYWOOD

Ok--so it's a random Thursday and Allen and I are on our way back to the office from lunch at Gay Man Chix (also known as California Chicken Cafe). We are on Melrose just east of Highland when a dog runs in front of us and crosses Melrose heading north. He barely misses getting hit by 4 lanes of cars and keeps on running. I MAKE Allen pull over and we double back to track down the dog. Now keep in mind there are very few people who can make Allen do anything, but he obliges because he has to live with me. We pull over and I see the dog and get out of the car to try and catch him. Beacause I'm totally fancy, I'm in heels and a skirt, but I don't really care; I have mad running skillz.

Two other guys in a black car pull up and ask if it's my dog, to which I respond, "No, but it's probably somebody's". That's enough to convince them to join the chase. One of the guys get out of the car and we both run north (me thru the alley and the other guy runs up Highland). Now of course I don't really get a good look at the guy who is joining the chase--but he has an Orlando Bloom type look to him. Of course it's probably not Orlando Bloom, and quite honestly I'm more interested in the dog not getting hit by a car than anything else. We both (me and Orlando Bloomabe) take off and run a few blocks north to try and corner this dog. I hit the next major street and some guy points me east. I keep on running--probably another 4 blocks to no avail. Allen drives back and says he saw the dog cross Santa Monica Blvd. going north still, and he didn't stop. So maybe this dog loves the Valley--who knows? I keep running for a few more blocks as Allen drives around the block and then convinces me to get back into the car because we should go back to our crapassjobs, and we've done all we can. We can't find Orlando Bloomabe and his friend either.

We drive back to the studio and I'm crying over the lost dog that isn't even mine. Unbeknownst to Allen, I get back into my car and spend another 20 minutes canvassing the neighborhood and then give up, and come back to my still crapass job. At one point I felt like I was in some weird Disney talking animal movie, so considering that this is Hollywood, here's my ending; Dog is found just north of Santa Monica Blvd, he's hungry, but healthy. He was running because he escaped from a bad relationship, and didn't stop running until he felt safe. Orlando Bloom (the real one) shows up and can talk to the dog. He has weird dog talking powers and the cute dog cocks his head because he's listening to Orlando and Orlando convinces him NOT to defect to the 818, but to go live with him happily ever after in his Hollywood Hills home. The end!