I met another celeb in the neighborhood yesterday. Or I should say, Rory did.
I wasn’t the one getting a belly rub in the middle of the afternoon.
Bob Balaban was getting food for his daughter’s dachshund Elliot when Rory and I chanced to meet him at the pet store. As always, Rory’s color and indeterminate breeding prompted questions and, before I knew it, Bob and Rory were sitting on the floor together.
I meet the nicest folks when I hang out with my boy.
With his travel schedule, Bob said having a dog isn’t an option.
Well, Bob, consider yourself Rory Dog’s official uncle. It’s just a small way of saying ‘thank you’ for being so nice.
(And for Best in Show, Gosford Park, Friends, and Waiting for Guffmann, to name a few.)