I'm happy and sad all at the same time. I'm happy that Malia and Shasha will finally have their long awaited puppy. I'm sad that it isn't a rescue dog or a "pound puppy". The caveat that the Portuguese Water Dog is one of a very few breeds that does not exacerbate allergies doesn't quite cut the muster with me. The main reason is that another being considered was a Labradoodle.
From the moment it became known the girls had been promised a puppy if they behaved well during the campaign there was a movement afoot for the First Family to adopt either a rescue dog or a pound puppy. Petitions were sent out by various animal welfare groups. I know I signed one I received from Best Friends , an organization we have supported for years. I even wrote a post as an open letter to the girls that was picked up by the Chicago Sun Times.
Pure breeds need homes too. I realize that. Bacchus is a pure breed and it's no secret I love him to pieces. With the Obama's however, this seems to be one more item in a list that's growing indicating they are either tone deaf or don't care. I haven't yet decided which.
One does not bow to a King. Especially a Saudi King. I've looked at the film from every angle available and I cannot see how it was not a bow. The Saudi's must have loved it. One does not touch the Queen. It doesn't matter if she touches you first and it doesn't matter that she was most gracious in letting it go rather than embarrassing the new first lady.
Now the puppy. A gift from Senator Edward Kennedy to whom Obama owes a great deal. In of itself that's fine, but I'd have a lot more respect for Obama if he had admitted that's why they chose the dog - it was a gift from a cherished friend. No spin.
Trying to soothe opinion by saying they plan to make a large contribution to the Humane Society suggests to me they know they've perhaps erred. While the contribution will be greatly appreciated, it isn't at all the same.
I'm beginning to realize that although Obama is far more articulate, with the aid of his ever present teleprompters, than his predecessor, and certainly well educated, I'm beginning to wonder if he's smart.
That also goes for those advising him.
Showing posts with label Malia and Sasha's Puppy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Malia and Sasha's Puppy. Show all posts
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Friday, November 07, 2008
To Malia And Sasha From The Dogwalker - "Get A Mutt From A Shelter!"
Dear Malia and Sasha,
I'd like to offer a suggestion. Forget about the designer breeds and the pure breeds and stick with a mutt. It's the American thing to do. Because it's what we all are! Even your Dad admitted to it in his press conference today.
Yes, I know. We've always been pure breed types, Saint Bernards being our preference, but along the way we had two of the greatest mutts in the world.
One hot, summer Sunday afternoon we had taken a drive to the mountains with Oaf, our Saint at the time. We stopped at a store to get something cool to drink and encountered a girl, about your age, with a box of free puppies. She had two left. My husband told me to take a look. They were so cute. Indeed they were. As are all puppies.
Just about that time her older brother came along to see how things were going. Upon learning there were two left he reminded her what had to be done if they couldn't find them homes. Hub immediately said to me, "Tell them we'll take them."
"Both?" I asked.
"Which would you leave behind? Besides, three aren't any more work than one!" Easy for him to say but take them we did.
The sign on the box indicated they were part American Eskimo and part German Shepard. They looked like neither. Our vet laughed heartily as he checked them over and suggested I return in a few weeks when they began taking on some characteristics. The best we could determine was a hearty mix of Border Collie and Newfoundland.
Louie and Marie, for that fateful Sunday was Bastille Day. We had them for twelve years. The biggest Border Collie (Marie) and the smallest pointy nosed Newf (Louie) you could ever imagine. They were wonderful.
I have loved all our dogs equally because each had their own particular personality that made not doing so impossible. Our Saints were all pure breeds yet that has not kept them from having their problems. Sometimes too much of a good thing can lead to bad. I truly believe a mutt gets the best of both parents. Ours were elderly before they began having, by then, anticipated problems.
I understand, Malia, you have problems with allergies. I'm sure, with all the dog shelters around this country, there is, at the very least, one that has puppies with the qualities you find necessary.
I wish you and Sasha great fun and success in your search. You will be entering a stage of great responsibility and stand to serve as role models for every young pet owner in the country. A responsibility not to be taken lightly. In return you will gain a friend and companion like you have never known or even imagined.
Love your puppy and you will reap rewards that you will treasure a lifetime.
Sincere hugs, tail wags and slurpy kisses,
Mari Meehan and Bacchus
Dogwalk Musings
I'd like to offer a suggestion. Forget about the designer breeds and the pure breeds and stick with a mutt. It's the American thing to do. Because it's what we all are! Even your Dad admitted to it in his press conference today.
Yes, I know. We've always been pure breed types, Saint Bernards being our preference, but along the way we had two of the greatest mutts in the world.
One hot, summer Sunday afternoon we had taken a drive to the mountains with Oaf, our Saint at the time. We stopped at a store to get something cool to drink and encountered a girl, about your age, with a box of free puppies. She had two left. My husband told me to take a look. They were so cute. Indeed they were. As are all puppies.
Just about that time her older brother came along to see how things were going. Upon learning there were two left he reminded her what had to be done if they couldn't find them homes. Hub immediately said to me, "Tell them we'll take them."
"Both?" I asked.
"Which would you leave behind? Besides, three aren't any more work than one!" Easy for him to say but take them we did.
The sign on the box indicated they were part American Eskimo and part German Shepard. They looked like neither. Our vet laughed heartily as he checked them over and suggested I return in a few weeks when they began taking on some characteristics. The best we could determine was a hearty mix of Border Collie and Newfoundland.
Louie and Marie, for that fateful Sunday was Bastille Day. We had them for twelve years. The biggest Border Collie (Marie) and the smallest pointy nosed Newf (Louie) you could ever imagine. They were wonderful.
I have loved all our dogs equally because each had their own particular personality that made not doing so impossible. Our Saints were all pure breeds yet that has not kept them from having their problems. Sometimes too much of a good thing can lead to bad. I truly believe a mutt gets the best of both parents. Ours were elderly before they began having, by then, anticipated problems.
I understand, Malia, you have problems with allergies. I'm sure, with all the dog shelters around this country, there is, at the very least, one that has puppies with the qualities you find necessary.
I wish you and Sasha great fun and success in your search. You will be entering a stage of great responsibility and stand to serve as role models for every young pet owner in the country. A responsibility not to be taken lightly. In return you will gain a friend and companion like you have never known or even imagined.
Love your puppy and you will reap rewards that you will treasure a lifetime.
Sincere hugs, tail wags and slurpy kisses,
Mari Meehan and Bacchus
Dogwalk Musings
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