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Tim just alerted me to the latest news on CNN.com. At the very end of a story in the continuing saga of "Which dog will the Obamas bring to the White House," the reporter reveals that one particular breed has been singled out as the current favorite in the Obama household.

A poke around the Net shows that, indeed, Barack's girls are partial to a specific breed. And I must say, they have fantastic taste. They want a WESTIE!!!

This isn't a sure thing. They're still deciding. But there's something decidedly amusing about the first black first family bringing a white dog to the White House, don't you think? We would be so tickled to have a Maggie look-alike romping through the Rose Garden, scrappy and tough, yet lovable and cuddly. The perfect first canine. I hope my favorite terrier wins out.

Sasha and Malia, your daddy got my support in November. Now I give your choice my vote!

Comments

Congrats to Maggie!!! My dogs are jealous but they'll quickly get over it. :)
Amy said…
Well, it's not for certain yet. They'll probably end up with a froofy poodle or some such nonsense.
Amy said…
In the meantime, I'd like to dognap Barney from Bush. He'd be much happier with us...

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