I was listening to all of the crazy talk about the President and First Family's new puppy, Bo. Woof. I'm glad the dog has found a home. A healthy, happy home is all a dog can ask for in this world.
While Mauly and I aren't living in the White House, we have Mom and Mr. Food Boy. Actually, we are living in a whitish, brick house on the Texas-Mexico Border. We like our people. Really, it's LOVE!
I was shocked by the attempts to make Bo's arrival meet some politically correct story line. Many people wanted the Obamas to adopt a shelter dog. It would encourage others to do the same. But, Malia Obama's dog allergies put a crimp in that plan.
No shelter dog was found, but the spin masters in D.C. are making it out like Bo is a quasi-shelter dog. The fact is — the one that keeps getting repeated is — that the dog had an owner briefly, but "it wasn't a good fit." Sen. Ted Kennedy stepped in to arrange the dog for the Obama family.
If Bo lived with a Kennedy or near a Kennedy or with a Kennedy family trainer, I don't believe you can call it a "quasi-shelter" dog.
The origin of the dog seems less important to me. When a dog joins a family, the pedigree of the family becomes more important. I give the Obamas two paws up, because they made a commitment to get a dog — to get their Bo. The family researched the dog. The family will walk and love their dog.
Mom and Mr. Food Boy feed us, but I'm not sure how that will work in the White House. I'm sure there will be other people, who will help the family care for Bo. I'm just happy for Bo.
Forget the politics. Every dog deserves a happy home with a good family.
