For the past 3 years, Barack Obama and his beloved dog B0 have been practically inseparable except for those rare occasions that the president is playing golf, taking a vacation, going on a fundraising trip, or is anywhere on the Whitehouse grounds.
Which is why Bo has been pulled out of storage and, still smelling of mothballs, is being used as the latest shameless fundraising prop for his master.
Obama's "Throw Bo a Bone" campaign is asking donors to cough up $10 to celebrate the dog's 3rd anniversary in the Whitehouse (after the similarly themed "Throw Joe a Bone" Campaign failed miserably, despite pictures of Biden begging and making "sad eyes"). And the fundraising website assures us that "the first dog is wagging his tail in anticipation of four more years." No doubt because he'd rather keep eating gourmet table scraps than have to switch to the cheap, canned supermarket dog food which the unemployed are eating in the Obamaconomy.
Moreover, Bo might be at least a little worried that if things go badly in November, his master might revert to eating dogs again as he did when he lived in Indonesia. In "Dreams from my Father," Barry describes eating dog, snake, and grasshoppers with his stepfather who "like many Indonesians, followed a brand of Islam that could make room for the remnants of more ancient animist and Hindu faiths. He explained that a man took on the powers of whatever he ate: One day soon, he promised, he would bring home a piece of tiger meat for us to share."
And people think that Romney's religion is out of the mainstream...?
But dog eater or not, Barry's relationship with Bo certainly appears to have had an influence on the president's policies; how else to explain Obama's "Old Yeller" approach toward dealing with the sick and elderly?
Still, when we put all the politics aside, how can anyone not love the ever-loyal, playful, crotch-sniffing, leg-humping, companions of our presidents?
Which is why Obama's next fundraiser will be called "Throw a Bone to the Secret Service."