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Thought I would like to share my tale with you. It's about a moment
in time in the humdrum life of a little old hausfrau and how it
changed overnight into a fairy tale - of rubbing elbows with the
kings and queen of moviedom.
The adventure of our lives (Nikki's and mine) started suddenly on a
Thursday evening about nine o'clock. The phone rang and a gentleman
called Rick Parker asked me if I had any obedience trained White
German Shepherds. He explained that Joanne Chanyi and Lynda Proulx
had given him my number and that he was in search of a White Shepherd
for a movie role. The movie was to be called Getting Away With
Murder. Starring Jack Lemmon, Lily Tomlin and Dan Aykroyd. Could
he come the next morning and see my dogs?
COULD HE?
He didn't have to ask twice! Keeping my cool-as-a-cucumber composure
(while halfway thinking this could be a joke), I said sure. Upon
hanging up the phone, I called the Chanyi household and was told by
Lynda that yes, indeed, he had called there.
Maybe he was for real.
I told her I'd let her know what happened.
By the time Mr. Parker showed up the next day, I had spit and
polished up three dogs to look the best three molting, shedding,
hairy dogs can. He looked at all three, took pictures of all three,
and got them to do some of their doggy tricks for him. He thanked us
and said he'd get in touch and let me know, as he also had a couple
other dogs to look at first before he made up his mind. One was a
white Irish Wolfhound and the other a Labrador Retriever.
For the next week we were all on pins and needles, waiting for THE
CALL. Finally, the next Friday Mr. Parker called and said that the
dog he had chosen was our own Nikki! Well, you could have blown me
away, what a surprise. I had already made up my mind that Mr. Parker
had made his choice and had just forgotten to call me.
But Nikki it was!
The next few weeks Nikki and I trained together and learned what we
were to do. Her name in the movie was to be Schatize, which means
something like sweetie or dear one in German. That was a sign for me
because my dear dad used to call me that. I sure hoped it was a good
sign.
Our first day of shooting came much too fast, for I was afraid we
were not ready yet. But Rick wasn't worried in the least. I watched
as the director did his thing with Lily, Dan and Jack until they had
their scenes down pat. Boy, are they pros.
Then it was "Bring in THE DOG."
My knees were shaking and I couldn't watch, but SHE DID IT!
After that first day, it became great fun to go to work. David and
Michael, my two sons, were both able to come. Unfortunately, my
husband John only got to listen to our stories. The boys both were
able to come watch and talk to the stars. Our last shoot was a night
scene (on Dan Aykroyd's birthday) and we didn't get home until 6:00
a.m. UGH. I think one of the boy's favourite things was the food and
treats truck. This truck is full of treats for the stars and
accompanying troope. The boys looked like chipmunks every time they
came back from that truck. Even Nikki gained five pounds.
Well, I won't soon forget our movie debut. Lily was ever the funny
lady and always smiling, Jack was soft spoken, a lovely gentleman,
and Dan was full of vim and vigor. A happy man, even with White
German Shepherd hair stuck on his clothes!
And as for Nikki, she's proud as could be that she was able to buy a
used pop-up camper for our yearly pilgrimage to the Hoof Print Farm's
annual White German Shepherd Show with her paycheque.
(I
didn't tell her that she also paid for the Hoof Print Hellion puppy
we have added to our family.) If she knew that, she might refuse to
ever do another movie.
Heaven forbid.
Written with love and much pride in our now nine White German
Sheperds: Nikki, Monte, Brandy, Star, Cally, Ryder, Dallas, Sky, and
Dyna.