Lambiedog

Haiku

Haircut and bath soon

Good thing -- I smell like vomit

Soft constitution.

It's lonely at the top

Every once in a while it hits me what a heavy load I carry on my shoulders.  

Because I operate via quiet diplomacy, my role in world affairs is not common knowledge.  But world leaders know they can turn to me, and in fact there is a steady stream of them coming to the bluffs to seek my counsel on matters related to national security, global warming, and various international matters that I am not at liberty to mention here.  

I try to do something lighthearted, perhaps play with my bagel, to shake off the stress when I get home.  But my grave responsibilities are never out of my mind for long.

Trophy dog

One of my readers (thank you, Peter A.!) has alerted me to an interview in this month's AARP Magazine with Stump, a Sussex spaniel who in February, at age 10, became the oldest dog ever to win "Best in Show" at the Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show.

Stump contends that, "Ten is the new five in dog years."  Good words to live by, even if, like me,  you're not into that show-dog kind of thing.

Just in passing, I note from the photo that Stump's stomach seems to hang down almost to the floor.  Yet he won a big medal.  I guess his achievements are inspirational not only for aging dogs but also for the plump contingent.

If selected, I would not have served

One member of my retinue thought that we should offer me up to the Obamas as the First Dog, in the nation's service.  He thought I should do it for my country. Everyone else, me included, thought that was a terrible idea. 

It's nothing personal -- I'm a huge Obama supporter. But this is where I belong.  My family needs me here. 

Anyway, the guy who got the nod, Bo, seems to be doing a fine job.  Also, he's a puppy, and I think that the position is best-suited to a younger man.