The First Dog is a tradition. There was George Washington’s Drunkard and John Adam’s Satan. Teddy Roosevelt had nine dogs in the White House. Facing criticism for an alleged slush fund of anonymous donors, Richard Nixon went on national television to plead with his fellow citizens, “don’t let them take away Checkers from my daughters.” By then, the Presidential pet became part of the political landscape, a key to the hearts of swing voters, the political man’s best friend. No matter how badly you may have thought of George W. Bush, you had to soften a little when saw Laura holding little Miss Beazley, the Scottish terrier (later fitted with a wifi camera and employed by DHS).
And surely Lassie continues to be a guiding figure behind the scenes, but sadly, Jeff has forgotten dog speak and we can no longer rely on his interpretation.
This brings us to Mitt Romney. We don’t know know what breed a Romney White House will host, but we know that it won’t be an Irish setter. Indeed, the Romney family may have to settle for a cat. Details are few, but this much is known, Mitt Romney once drove to Canada for a Summer vacation with Seamus, the Irish setter, on the roof of the family station wagon. It would be hard not to think of this fact every time any Romney White House dog was mentioned. Indeed, any time Romney might hear barking from the veranda, one wonders what thoughts would pass through his head, “Seamus, is that you?” Or if a dog were to nudge him and wake him in the night, would it cause his heart to skip a beat? “No Seamus, down Seamus!” A dog in the Romney White house would hang over it like the ghost of Eleanor Roosevelt. He might try an end run, shake things up completely, maybe a ferret?