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July 16, 2007

Dog Is My Co-Pilot, Not My Antenna

You may have noticed that I like cats, but did you know that I'm also crazy about dogs? Like Dr. Cornelius Gibson, the Shiba Inu puppy:

(You can get your daily puppy pix fix at The Daily Puppy.)

So it was particularly upsetting to learn that Republican presidential wannabe Mit Romney treated his luggage better than his dog:

The white Chevy station wagon with the wood paneling was overstuffed with suitcases, supplies, and sons when Mitt Romney climbed behind the wheel to begin the annual 12-hour family trek from Boston to Ontario.

[. . . .]

Before beginning the drive, Mitt Romney put Seamus, the family's hulking Irish setter, in a dog carrier and attached it to the station wagon's roof rack. He'd built a windshield for the carrier, to make the ride more comfortable for the dog.

Then Romney put his boys on notice: He would be making predetermined stops for gas, and that was it.

As the oldest son, Tagg Romney commandeered the way-back of the wagon, keeping his eyes fixed out the rear window, where he glimpsed the first sign of trouble. ''Dad!'' he yelled. ''Gross!'' A brown liquid was dripping down the back window, payback from an Irish setter who'd been riding on the roof in the wind for hours.

As the rest of the boys joined in the howls of disgust, Romney coolly pulled off the highway and into a service station. There, he borrowed a hose, washed down Seamus and the car, then hopped back onto the highway. It was a tiny preview of a trait he would grow famous for in business: emotion-free crisis management.

TBogg expresses himself in his usual succinct, direct and spot-on way, responding to Mitt's defenders:

It was just like the kennel he curled up in at home...only it was hurtling down the freeway at seventy-plus miles per hour strapped to the top of a Ford Ranch Wagon. And besides Mitt delivered puppies all night one time so SUCK ON THAT!!! BILL FRIST, YOU CAT MURDERING FREAK!

Sorry.

[. . . .]

Nothing quite knocks a wacky whimsical family anecdote off the rails like a "whoopsie" moment when the dogs kennel flies off the roof, takes a high speed tumble on the freeway only to be mercifully stopped and crushed by an eighteen wheeler hauling Alpo.

God is nothing if not ironic.

Which is why I'm happy to see the dogs of this country fighting back against their oppressors and the enabling media that wags obediently as they revel in their reign of terror.

I present to you: Dogs Against Romney!

Led by the courageous (and photogenic) Rusty, Dogs Against Romney promises to bring you the opinions and experiences of America's dogs as they unite against this luggage-fetishizing fiend and work to keep him from becoming the Dog-Abuser-in-Chief.

Keep fighting the good fight, Rusty. Good dog!

All joking aside, this is a serious issue.

Strapping a dog to the roof of your station wagon for a 12-hour drive while your luggage and supplies stay inside the wagon should be considered criminal. People like this shouldn't have dogs. And they certainly shouldn't be made President.

Posted by reparent at July 16, 2007 11:06 AM

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Posted by: MichelleArthur at November 5, 2007 4:41 PM

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