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When BRAD PITT and
ANGELINA JOLIE need
someone to look after
their dog,
who do they call?
JOHNNY DEPP,
Gordon Smart’s Bizarre
reports in The U.K. Sun
January 13th, 2011.
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I’d love to have seen Brad thumbing
through his contacts when the
eureka moment came.
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The actor kindly offered to dog sit
stinky pet pooch Jacques so his pals
could go for a romantic dinner
during filming of Johnny and
Ange‘s latest movie The Tourist.
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But as soon as they were alone,
the 12½st beast attacked.
And that dogsitting arrangement
might now be a thing of the past.
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Johnny revealed:
“Foolishly I was persuaded to
look after Jacques for a night.
He’s a huge bulldog.
At first I had a terrible feeling,
because Jacques smelt horrible.”
“But then I told myself,
‘Come on,
you will survive one night’.
Everything was cool –
until I sat down on the bed
to take my shoes off.”
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“Jacques pounced on me
from behind and kept
jumping around on me.
“He’s not small.
Around 175lbs of dog
was hurled at me,
which felt like about 300lbs.”
“I shouted for help and
luckily someone came to
take that beast off me.”
Here’s a picture of Jacques.
He must have gobbled a lot
of escargot since it was taken
if he’s as big as Johnny claims.
Jacques was moved to Venice
for the summer last year along
with Brangelina and their
huge brood.
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Luckily for Johnny,
he only did hound duty once.
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He said:
“We often went for
dinner with them.
It was great.
I’ve known Brad since
the end of the Eighties.
It was great to see him
as a man and amazing father.”
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And on odd occasions the
adults left the kids and Jacques
indoors while Johnny,
stunning wife VANESSA
PARADIS and Brad and Ange
hit the town together.
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Most blokes would give their
right arm to be in that company
but Johnny wasn’t too chuffed.
He added:
“Angie is a stunner,
so is Vanessa.
And Brad of course.
When we all sat together
I was the only ugly one.”
“I’m not the spick-and-span
kind of guy.
“To be honest,
I don’t like cutting my
hair or trimming my beard.”
____No wonder the
___dog mounted him.
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