Sophie and Lola just saved a bundle on car insurance!
Sophie and her posse.
EXCITING NEWS FOR FANS OF SOPHIE VON LICORICE!
A SIMPLER, EASIER WAY TO LEAVE COMMENTS, BECOME A MEMBER
Dear Family, Friends and Fans:
All of you to whom I have spoken have expressed frustration and annoyance at your inability to leave comments--not easily, but at all.
In the four months that the blog has been publishing, only one person--a fellow blogger--has managed to post a comment successfully.
Dear Family, Friends and Fans:
All of you to whom I have spoken have expressed frustration and annoyance at your inability to leave comments--not easily, but at all.
In the four months that the blog has been publishing, only one person--a fellow blogger--has managed to post a comment successfully.
As I imagine my readers (children, elderly dementia patients, convicts, dog-lovers and baffled people from all over Asia) I don't imagine many of them as more techno-savvy than I.
Consequently, I would like everyone who enjoys this blog to be free to leave a comment without having to sign up for or sign in to anything--without having their tech-knowledge challenged.
With that in mind, kind readers, please feel free to e-mail your comments directly to:
Consequently, I would like everyone who enjoys this blog to be free to leave a comment without having to sign up for or sign in to anything--without having their tech-knowledge challenged.
With that in mind, kind readers, please feel free to e-mail your comments directly to:
sophievonlicorice@yahoo.com
If your comment is specific to a particular story, please let me know. I'll post your comments as quickly as I am able.
Also, if you'd like to become (an unofficial) Member, send me a photo (of yourself, your dog, your kid) and I'll post it really, really small, with your first name (or that of your dog or kid) underneath it. And I'll e-mail you when I publish something new.
In essence, I am offering to act as a one-man social network--let's call it FACELICK...
I hope I have time. Right now I need to take someone out for walkies...
Thanks for reading,David Stamford
SOMETHING A LITTLE OFF ABOUT THE NEW DOG...
"I can't bark at you and chase you if you keep flopping on your back like that!"
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE: THE UGGIE TRUTH
February 9, 2012
The following read by David Stamford, Von Licorice’s publicist, manager and the guy who feeds her.
Sophie Von Licorice, America’s Pooch, international star of stage and screen, best-selling authoress, record-setting aviatrix, legendary chanteuse and current face of L’Oreal’s Fur d’Artifice makeup line, wishes it to be known that she has never met Uggie, star of this year’s multiple Academy Award nominee, “The Artist”. The two were not seen canoodling behind the Ivy yesterday and Uggie is not staying with Von Licorice in her Santa Monica digs while in town for awards season.
Von Licorice did not meet Uggie on the set of “The Artist” just over a year ago while in Paris promoting the latest edition of her “Great Bitches of History” series. They did not spend twenty days and nights in a suite at the George V, living on nothing but Evian and room service turkey jerky. The affair—which didn’t happen—did not end with a howling fight and several million francs in damage to the room.
The couple--who aren’t a couple--did not seem to have reconciled when they were not seen and extensively photographed on the town in Manhattan last fall. They did not buy matching monogrammed collars at Gucci. That was not them, sitting sixth row on the aisle at a preview of “Venus in Fur.” Sophie did not rent a suite at the Plaza only to check out hours later. She was not then seen and again, extensively photographed, minutes later, slipping into the front door of the Soho building where Uggie was not staying… while promoting “The Artist” in New York.
Von Licorice did not meet Uggie on the set of “The Artist” just over a year ago while in Paris promoting the latest edition of her “Great Bitches of History” series. They did not spend twenty days and nights in a suite at the George V, living on nothing but Evian and room service turkey jerky. The affair—which didn’t happen—did not end with a howling fight and several million francs in damage to the room.
The couple--who aren’t a couple--did not seem to have reconciled when they were not seen and extensively photographed on the town in Manhattan last fall. They did not buy matching monogrammed collars at Gucci. That was not them, sitting sixth row on the aisle at a preview of “Venus in Fur.” Sophie did not rent a suite at the Plaza only to check out hours later. She was not then seen and again, extensively photographed, minutes later, slipping into the front door of the Soho building where Uggie was not staying… while promoting “The Artist” in New York.
The pair were not in Aspen over Christmas. They aren’t a pair. And they weren’t a pair there. They did not stay at Jerry Bruckheimer’s guesthouse. They did not get memorably tipsy at a party at Nick and Mariah’s and that is not them on You-Tube performing an NC-17 version of “How Much is that Doggie in the Window?” Also, they were certainly not seen later, snuggling and enjoying a nightcap in the hot-tub.
Uggie did not make a much-publicized covert trip to Manhattan reportedly to pick out an engagement ring. He did not pop the question at midnight, Aspen time, on New Year's Eve. Sophie did not tearfully decline. She did not say that she loved him, but that at this stage in her life, she wasn’t looking for a mate. And she did not later confess to friends that he felt like “the one” but that he also felt like a rover.
And dogs don’t wear rings.
Or marry, come to think of it. That’s just us projecting human characteristics on them. And that is just sad, right? I mean, we should really get a grip.
Finally, there’s been a rumor that, in order to avoid the crush of paparazzi outside Von Licorice’s Santa Monica home, the pair have holed up in the Whitey Bulger suite at the Princess Eugenia. This is not true, so please do not gather there in the hope of catching a glimpse of them—especially at walkees time, which is definitely not mid-morning around ten or evenings around eight-thirty.
So ends the statement to be read at this time.
No journalists were in attendance at this press conference, which did not happen yesterday at 3pm in the Blossom Ballroom at the Roosevelt Hotel.
…So no one can prove I said any of this.
No journalists were in attendance at this press conference, which did not happen yesterday at 3pm in the Blossom Ballroom at the Roosevelt Hotel.
…So no one can prove I said any of this.
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