My modeling job has hit a wall. “There isn’t a huge call for bald dachshunds,” my agent tells me. “Well why not?” I am left to wonder. Mommy and daddy tell me everyday how gorgeous I am, so I thought I would be banking the big bones by now. Maybe I need a new snoot shot. Sometimes my eyes look red on camera, but mom assures me they are the loveliest chocolate brown. My nails need to be repainted, this is true but it is hard to find a good manicurist who doesn’t cost a paw and a leg. I have put on a little weight and of course thin is in, but exercise makes me sweaty and this girl doesn’t like to be sweaty. Hmmm…..maybe modeling just isn’t my niche in life. Perhaps official kibble taster would work out better?