Hello! It’s me.
I have to say, at eleven months of age I’ve had a lifetime of experience. And I’ve never experienced anything like this Presidential Election.
From what I understand, we have a choice … here’s the choice.
I’ve been told that the next campaign for President begins on 1/1/2017, so at least we’ll have a breather after this extended exploration of our less-than-best selves.
It’s my point of view that canines don’t exhibit the kind of behavior that wannabe global leaders exhibit, with two notable exceptions.
- Some candidates and some canines do not pay taxes.
- Some candidates and some canines haven’t got a clue about proper use of email servers.
I wanted to go out into the world and prove that we can place our hope in the Canine.
Let’s just say things didn’t start off on the right foot.
Yup, that’s twelve pounds of punditry lettin’ me have it for no good reason whatsoever.
Other pups were downright aloof.
I waited for this pup to absorb my soulful countenance … nothing.
Suddenly, I found myself chasing magenta-colored commerce. I put my faith in gifts to fill the ever-growing hole in my heart.
The public stared at me. I sensed they were judging my need to prove that Love ruled the world.
But commerce, that soulless siren designed to enrich a few while offering the security of a generous minimum wage for many … well, commerce led me to this.
The carrion symbol of death wasn’t far behind.
With quad legs a-tremble, I searched for Love in a scorched wasteland of “gotcha” infused political moments. Would I find my beloved Wendy? Or would I find Frank from Men in Black?
Turns out Love exists, if only you look for it in the comforting glaze of a pug featured in a movie about the potential destruction of our planet by an unfathomable alien force.
Let’s be honest, my pups. Neither Presidential candidate is going to destroy the planet #somebodypleasevalidatethishypothesisforme. Somewhere, there are (Wo)Men in Black working behind the scenes to protect us from potential catastrophe.
Armed with this knowledge, I sleep well at night. I hope you do too.
I’m afraid that I’ll have to sleep with one eye open until the devil-man gets trumped. Don’t be swayed by the lofty, wavy blonde hair. Beneath it lies the roots of evil tempered insanity. With pursed lips he continually spews ridiculous accusations and then either retracts or denies saying them. You see, there is more to fear than the rusty things you encounter on your walks.
Actually, this pup thinks they both suck the big one. People are such idiots when it comes to picking a pack leader. If either one of them showed up at my house, I’d just pee on them to show them whose boss. After the last 2 months I’m an expert on pack restructuring and the not so much fun side of it. Believe in love, little bro. Also, Snoopy for President!