Woo Hoo….I got my Party Dress on… Dogs Are Back in the White House!!

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Job well done Major and Champ! It’s party time and I’ve dressed for the occasion. 

First Dogs from the recent past offer a few words of advice as you pack up and move into the people’s House: 

Bo Obama, Portuguese Water Dog, and most recent of his species to set up housekeeping in the White House with Barack and Michelle Obama, has this to say:

  • Don’t sweat it. First Dog is a pretty cushy gig.

  • You have your own chef, so ask for what you want. I say, steak at every meal!

  • When you’re in the Situation Room, keep barking to a minimum.

  • Don’t poop on the rug in the Oval Office…at least not for the first two years.

Miss Beazley and Barney Bush, the Scottish Terriers brought to the White House by George W. and Laura Bush, want you to:

  • Be sure to direct your own Holiday Extravaganza. Oh, and insist you choose your own decorations and photographer!

  • Play hide and seek with the Secret Service. They love it!

  • Look really, really cute and you will get away with anything and everything! We tried and it really works!

Buddy Clinton, Labrador Retriever, brought to the White House by Bill and Hillary Clinton, would advise:

  • Pay attention in meetings so you can give the Prez valuable advice when all his staff have gone home.

  • Don’t poop on the rug in the Oval Office…at least not for the first two years.

  • Groom yourself carefully so you always look handsome as you cross the South Lawn. You never know where the photographers are.

Millie Bush, Springer Spaniel, brought to the White House by George H.W. and Barbara Bush, suggests:

  • Accept that a book will inevitably be written about you. Proofread it yourself so they get it right. Kids all over will want to see you (and they always drop food)!

  • Have puppies in the White House. Everyone loves puppies!

  • Let your puppies loose in the White House. Nothing like a puppy scavenger hunt to put a smile on the face of the Secretary of Defense!

We wish you a glorious stay! Remember, we’ve all been there. If you’re ever in a jam, give a call. 

Cheers!

Ilene Starr

Ilene Starr was born in Los Angeles, California, escaped to the Pacific Northwest in 2012 and has never looked back.

At the tender age of 61-3/4 years, after dreaming about having her own dog for decades, Ilene finally got her first dog when Blossum, basset hound, landed in her life and changed everything.

Ilene and Blossum’s first collaboration was a blog called Blossum the Divine Dog, a travelogue of profound, hilarious and deeply touching experiences which occurred in Portland, Oregon during the height of the Covid-19 pandemic.

Then the book, Blossum the Divine Dog, took shape.

Blossum The Divine Dog may be summed up like this: “How I survived the Covid-19 pandemic guided by a gifted basset hound who possesses a wacky sense of humor, a reverent spirituality and lots of opinions. “

https://www.blossumthedivinedog.com
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