No dog on the catwalk!

Dear President of Victoria Secret,

My name is Chelsea. Perhaps you have heard of me? I am the number one canine supermodel on the planet. I must say I was very dissapointed when I recently discovered that you held a very high profile fashion show and neglected to invite me to participate. You must of forgot or misplaced my address. I know they call it a catwalk but, nobody struts it like me. Yes, I am a dog but, unlike those twig legged so called women you featured - I have curves and am naturally beautiful. You really don't know what you are missing. So I thought I'd rub it in a little.
Here I am doing my supermodel stance in a very flimsy piece of fabric. Notice the perfect arch to my back and my long furry legs that go for miles.
















Nevermind. I just realized why you never called! It just dawned on me. I could never be in your fashion show because all those human models would never show up. For fear that I'd obviously show them up. And although I am the best there is....I couldn't possibly model ALL the fashions that night.

Anyhow, don't bother calling now. I am already booked all next year.
Eat your heart out.

Chelsea the supermodel