I’ve seen a look in dogs’ eyes, a quickly vanishing look of amazed contempt, and I am convinced that dogs think humans are nuts.
Well, the burning issue of the day is that Obama admits in one of his autobiographies that as a child he ate dog. Considering that he was living in a place where dog is often what is for supper, that is not surprising. I bear him no ill will for this, although my dog Baby, our terrific terrapoo, may not be so forgiving, or Internet Hitler for that matter.
The Romney campaign launched this gem due to the fact that back in 1983 on a family trip, Romney had the family dog Seamus in a dog house secured to the top of his car for 12 hours. All was well until Seamus decided to relieve himself on the front windshield to the vast amusement of the Romney boys. This strikes me as a typical Dadism: an attempt by a family man to solve a problem in logistics that sounded like a good idea at the time. Of course, my dog Baby might well take a harsher view.