President Obama finally made the most important decision of his Presidency. The family adopted a Portuguese Water Dog newly named Bo. He is six months old and he’s a gift from Senator Ted Kennedy, no less. Apparently the dog had a home but the family couldn’t take care of him. My mom read the story to me while I was enjoying my Morning Nap.
My Morning Nap, in case you’re wondering, starts after my night time sleep gets interrupted by the Morning Walk. I wanted to sleep in but Mom said, “I don’t want to interrupt my breakfast because you need to go out. Off the bed – now!”
Hey, I’m conserving my energy for my weekly visit to the Downtown Dog Lounge. Hopefully the First Family will adapt their lives to their new dog’s schedule a little more successfully.
Join the club, Bo. All 3 of us in this household are adoptees. Presumably our original families couldn’t care for us because we ended up in rescue. We’re mixed breeds.
Purebred dogs who don’t make it the first time often get new homes by word of mouth, without ever going to shelters. They’re lucky.
We’re lucky too. Especially me. I couldn’t have gotten a better home anywhere. Well, I wouldn’t mind a few kids to play with but I get the dog park instead. Life could be worse.
My mom is so proud of giving us all a good home. It’s her only sign of domesticity. She still misses her own First Dog. But she’s getting used to me. And to be honest, I don’t remember my first homes. Seems like I’ve been here forever