Barney Love
When I was in DC last week (melting in 100 degree heat and humidity), I took a quick tour of the Whitehouse. That's when it happened. I met Barney, the president's dog. He looked in to my eyes. I looked in to his. He kissed me on the nose. We had a moment.
I'm not big in to politics and, if anything, I lean to the left, but Barney melted my heart and I have renewed respect for President Bush in raising such an upstanding young pup. If only his daughters were as well behaved!
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