Forever Family

Ahhhhh…to be a celebrity.  Talk about living the good life, Robin Leach style.  Big houses in exotic locations, fancy cars, a small army of assistants to do all your dirty work, and cadre of cameramen following in your wake to document it all for our consumption.  After all, if we didn’t long for the good life of a celebrity, what else would we have to rot our brain with?

And so we’re taking in our hot gossip and waiting for the Madonna adoption saga to unfold.  We do have to wait all the way till Friday for any developments, so in the meantime let’s obsess over other aspects of her life.  Apparently the entire paparazzi population is in Malawi to photograph her every move (which must be somewhat of a relief in pressure to other mega stars that grace the tabloids frequently), so we’re going to get days of exposure into her life.  Grab your Pepto Bismal…nausea could ensue.

After all…we should bask in the glow that is Lourdes new found womanhood.  Poor kid.

We have to admit that Madonna is a marketing genius.  She’s been famous as long as I can remember.  The value of her name alone would probably put a major dent in our country’s trillions of dollars of debt.  I doubt she really remembers what it’s like to be “normal.”  Her wish has been the command of many, and it appears that even impoverished African countries are willing to do whatever they can to share a small bit of her limelight and fortune.

With stories like this, it’s no wonder we long to be famous ourselves.  Caviar wishes and champagne dreams, baby.

That is, of course, unless you plan on adopting a pet.  Apparently the rescue and shelter managers are the only ones in this whole world capable of keeping a level head.

I came across this story regarding Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt back when I was writing a post about adopting pets vs. kids.  I remarked then about how flip-flopped it is that we have extensive campaigns to adopt pets, but the same doesn’t seem to go towards adopting children.  This story is old and I’m not even sure that it’s true, but it’s somewhat interesting, in a comical and ironic sort of way.

It would seem that Brangelina got a hankering to add to their family and adopt a dog.  I think most of us would expect a loud and amorous reaction, should Brangelina walk into our office.  Most people would be more than willing to give them anything and everything, too starstruck to even consider anything more than the fact that Brangelina is standing right there in front of them, although they would likely be thinking of ways to share the news and gloat to all their acquaintances.

Surprisingly enough, it would seem that at this particular shelter, they really are more concerned about the overall well being of their dogs, and not of the star power of who wants to adopt them.  Brangelina were DENIED as doggy parents.  Go figure.

It’s interesting, isn’t it.  Apparently there are more guidelines being adhered to in order to adopt a Labrador Retriever, then there are to adopt a human child.

Lesson learned?  If you’re a dog lover, being a famous person isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.  You’ll get no shortcuts when you want to get another dog.  All that money and celebrity just wasted.  It hardly seems worth the paparazzi drama.  If you don’t get to have EVERYTHING you want, then why bother?

This post is hurting my head.  I need an aspirin.