This year—and I'm writing at the half, because I can't lose too much sleep over vapid talking baby spots, violent action movie trailers and all the other predictable ads that make one's eyes glaze over—I was pleased to see a significant number of commercials with canine stars.
My favorite so far? The VW Beetle ad, in which an overweight golden slims down through a tough regimen of pool swimming, running, and stair work, and then glides through the air, a trimmer, stylish creature, much like the car. Mom's first car was a yellow Beetle, the original kind, so perhaps I'm partial. Or perhaps it's because I've had my own weight issues.
Speaking of, I weighed in at a record low of 84.4 lbs at the vet's last week.
Wait til next year: my distinctive voice will join this choir. |
I appreciated the stately Dalmatian on the Budweiser wagon, although the faux motion picture treatment was bland; I was almost there with the Doritos' Great Dane, but found the ending too pat; and sorry, but greyhound racing is so not OK, Skechers. Plus, pugs are so several years ago. As for the Suzuki ads, you how I feel about huskies.