In the excitement that was Tuesday, I seem to have lost my bearings. Now that it is behind us, let's move on to more pressing matters - the selection of the First Dog.
President-Elect Obama promised his daughters they could get a puppy for their historical moving party. My mother and I had a discussion this week, debating the type and breed of dog the Obama family should acquire. Here's an idea of how the conversation went:
Mom: I think it will be something cute and fuzzy. Cuddly.
Me: Nah, they'll pick something stronger, Mom. Something with character. I'm thinking Beagle. Or maybe Heinz 57 mutt.
Mom: Now, those little girls are gonna pick something small. Something real cute. Poodle, maybe.
Me: Poodle? Are you kidding me? Obama wouldn't own a poodle!
Mom: But the girls get to pick. Not him. I think they'll go for something furry, like a Bichon. Maybe a Lhasa.
Me: Aren't ALL dogs furry?
Mom: Well, they DEFINITELY won't pick a German Shepherd or a Doberman.
(I'm wondering why she is thinking this, but don't ask.)
Me: I doubt he'll get a pit bull, either. It's not like he's Michael Vick or anything. Still, he might get a pound dog.
Mom: THE GIRLS get to pick. He won't have any say.
Me: I still don't think Michelle would stand by and let them get a wussy dog. I think a Labrador would be good. Clinton had one, right? Maybe a hound. I still think it will be a Beagle.
Mom: I'm TELLING you. It will be a small, fuzzy dog.
Me: Oh! I know! He wants to bridge the red and blue states, right? He should get an Alaskan Malamute! Female, if you get my drift! Right? That's a compromise, isn't it?
Mom (staunch Republican): NOT funny.
So, what do YOU think?