Lily Tomlin is sitting in the back seat of a chauffeured Lincoln Town Car, rolling down Walnut Street through the Philadelphia night. On her lap sits Tess, a tiny Norwich terrier, who is 84 in human years and making unfathomable noises for a dog so small and sweet.
Gerrrrraaaow! Gerrrrraaaow!
It sounds like an old woman's hacking cough, only more dangerous.
"Don't bite people, please, tootie," Tomlin implores, struggling to hold her pet.
Tomlin, this gentlest of American actresses, adores the cantankerous Tess. The terrier is 12 years old, but Tomlin tells everyone the dog is only 3. ''You know how women are," Tomlin says. "Tess really doesn't want me to be deceitful. But she and I decided after her third birthday we'd just stop there and say 3 to anyone who asked."