I’m not one to get crazy political. I have views that land on either side of the political game board - honestly, most land left of center but my house, family, friends represent pretty much the whole spectrum. There is a lot of debate at times but mostly, we all live happily together and only want to strangle each other once a month or so. During the day, when it’s just me and my dogs, we watch a lot of news. I’m safe to yell anything I want at any commentator. No debate, no dissension – just me yelling at the air. It’s one of my favorite things.
Until now. I think one of my dogs is a Republican.
This was first brought to my attention the other day, I was having a Twitter talk with my friend, Marjorie at Don’t Call Me Marge - she was all bummed about the news (Supreme Court stuff – she’s way smart like that) and I was about to send a Twitter reply to her about Scalia having issues when Otis (pictured below) jumped on my bed and puked on it. Somehow, he had ingested what appeared to be a legal brief or possibly a copy of Going Rogue and decided that it was high time I’d read it. I wouldn’t even touch it – he really didn’t think that through. I did, however, take a photo and send it to Volker with the message, “Is this our tax return?” Puking at the mention of Scalia having issues would lean more Republican, right? Eating a tax return could really go either way. I need more data.
Then, last night during The Daily Show, Otis snapped at Emmy and caught her nose. We had to take her to the emergency vet (a couple stitches – she’s fine) and miss the end of Jon Stewart being awesome. This is very suspicious.
Otis was sent to the laundry room to wait it out. I put MSNBC on to keep him company. Here’s what happened while we were gone.
He busted through the door. THROUGH the door. That might be a completely normal reaction from a Republican forced to listen to Rachel Maddow – like a lefty having to listen to O’Reilly or something.
So, my dog is a Republican. I told him that it was fine but in the future, if he didn’t want to watch Jon Stewart he could just bark or leave the room. All is peaceful at home again. See how easy that was, Congress?
Emmy, however, couldn’t care less about politics. She just wants the stupid cone off of her head.
In other news, emergency vets are expensive, y’all. Over $500. I could have bought a floating head for that. Volker said that Otis will have to “work that off” – Really, between the sleeping and the eating, I don’t know where Otis will find the time. I’m not sure how Volker is going to make that happen. Any suggestions?
American German – language lesson #104
Wer mich liebt, der liebt auch meinen Hund. (vare mick lee-bt dare lee-bt owk mine-en who-nd) Who loves me, loves my dog. It’s a German proverb. You know, for when you’re speaking to a German and you want to throw a proverb out – BAM. You’re welcome.