Mr Scruff

Was busy chewing on a bone earlier and usually nothing, not even that gorgeous little Pekinese down the park gets my attention away from chewing on a bone.   Until tonight that is; finally a dog in the Whitehouse!  After years of human rule, America has finally woken up and smelt the wet dog and voted in a canine! GRRRRRRREAT!

First thing I did was look up Bo Obama on Dog Book, it’s early days, he’s probably been too busy to get online so I penned this letter earlier today:

Dear Bo (Mr Bo Jangles?)

On behalf of all us British mutts, I wanted to welcome you into Whitehouse.  It’s been a long time coming, a mutt at the driving wheel so to speak.  What is it you plan to sort out first?  Clean up Iraq, get the boys home or pledge more money to rescue homes?  I do hope it’s the latter.  I’ve been walked three times a day since I’ve lived with the Blonde.  It was a right mad house that rescue home, full of total nutters, I was treated like a right old hobo (no pun intended Bo).  Anyway, I am no longer a dog of no fixed abode and I am one of the lucky ones.  Oh and what do you think about this minimum walk time?  One hour a day off lead?!!  The Blonde pays this lovely girl to take me out every lunchtime, I’m not complaining but there are some dogs out there that don’t get a full hour; there should be laws about that!  Rest assured Bo, you get my vote.  Are you on Twitter?  Maybe we should set up Bark!  I know, you’re howling, I’m funny.

See ya later alligator

Woof x p.s hear you’re named after a cat, you should keep that quiet.