It's a dog's life.

There I am sleeping peacefully, when she comes in late from working at the pub, stinking of booze and pokes a camera in my face saying:
"Smile, I haven't got a blip"
"Blip off! I'm not smiling for anyone at this time of night." I reply.
"I haven't done my hair, and I can't remember which is my best side"

I tell you, being a blipper's dog is no fun at all.