Happy Burpday Malia (and America)

My new mom Malia is turning 11 today! What do you think she will get me?

8 Days Left!!

It's almost inauguration time! And according to the New York Times, the Obamas have narrowed down the appropriate dog breeds to labradoodles or Portugese water dogs.

Great diversionary move, guys! No one will EVER suspect the corgador until I come waltzin' in the Rose Garden (stopping to pee on David Gregory's leg as a pre-emptive measure.) It'll be a BIG surprise like McSame's VP pick.

Oh wait, I hope things turn out better than THAT pick. But I am certain I know more court cases than she does. And read more papers.

P.S. They say they are looking in shelters for their new dog--way to go! I mean, even though I'm obviously gonna be first dog.

A Vision of the Future!

Two days to go! And I have been watching so much news and reading the internets so much that I fell asleep and had a dream...

One Step Closer to the White House!

I have exciting news on my mission to be adopted by the Obama daughters. I just got an e-mail from Best Friends that this week on Entertainment Tonight Michelle Obama announced they will adopt a rescue dog for their daughters.

Look at HOW MUCH I want to live with those fabulous ladies!

And while my ma ape says that I am more accurately called a rescued dog rather than a rescue dog, I think we all know what she meant. She wants a Wally!


The Gallup Polls show good stuff for Obama:

As you can see, my favorability ratings are nothing but good so come and get me, Malia and Sasha!

First Dog

So Obama does not have a dog, a situation that will have to remedy itself once he gets into office because a good President needs a good dog at his side. And I read this, Obama sez: "as a condition for letting me run for President, my daughters Malia and Sasha extracted a promise from Michelle and I that they could get a dog after the election, win or lose. So they're heavily invested in this campaign, if only for it to be over so we can get our dog."

Let me be the first to volunteer! I think the White House needs a corgador. And look at those girls! They totally look like they'd give me copious belly rubs and order me up delicious snacks from the White House kitchen. Malia, Sasha--give me a call! I only have a few skeletons in my closet. Also I would like to bring about two dozen girlfriends and bromances with me: