Still Surviving

Welcome to another installment of Survivor: Smarty Spot. I don’t know if you’d call this a reality show since it’s not on TV yet. Perhaps you could call it a reality blogcast for now. In any case, it couldn’t be more real. I’m fighting to maintain my place here, and need all my fans to keep voting for me so I don’t get booted off the island!

Here’s the week’s recap:

On Sunday we had a photo shoot. The photographer was very professional. With such talent, I assume the pictures showed up in Tiger Beat or maybe Whippet Watch. Probably on some of the fan sites, too.

To increase ratings, they had one of the stars from last year show up. Some of you would remember her by her earlier stage name, “P*wder” (her agent would kill me if I revealed it). But after last season, she found a new agent, cleaned up her act, and reappeared as “Lucy” which is the name she uses exclusively now.



Oh, speaking of Lucy’s agent, here she is – trying to dip into this year’s talent pool!



From what I understand, anyone who ends up with her as an agent is quite lucky. She even has two servants that take care of her clients whenever she’s away from the house. What a great setup!

Well, back to the photoshoot. I was actually quite worried because I didn’t make it into many of the pictures. They were more interested in the younger talent. Now, I wasn't born yesterday, but it was only a year ago! Of course, in dog years, that would be... heck, I don't know. But they acted like I was really old, like four or something.

So I wasn’t feeling too good this week.

Until today.

Today was the big competition of the week, and it turned out to be something I’ve done before: breaking out of those boxes and chasing the bunny down the track! I got some good breaks and ended up doing pretty well. Maybe I didn't look so old after all!

So I survived another week. I won the approval of the only vote that really seems to matter...



To my surprise, two others were voted off today. Both were boys. I figured that was close call, since I'm a tomboy. They were escorted off the field and shuttled to Atlantic City where I assume they’ll start the talk show circuit. And then, if they’re lucky, they’ll end up with an agent as good as P— Oops, I mean, Lucy’s agent.

Meanwhile, you can cast your vote for your favorite remaining whippet by clicking the comments button and typing S-M-A-R-T-Y.

Come to think of it, one of things working in my favor is that I have a name. Kind of hard to vote for some of my competition since they don't have names yet!