What's Really Important

(Can you hear the sarcasm?) Still, you gotta love New York magazine's take on what's really running through the small mind of Bo the ObamaDog:

"Yay! Yay! Yay! Look at this big house! And the huge lawn! Yay! I am going to destroy every single piece of furniture in here! Especially that big bed that smells like mothballs and dead people! Yay! OMG, look at my new family! It has the cutest little human puppies!... Look how much fun they're having chasing me! Ooh, these floors are slippery. Whee!... This round, yellow room with the old wooden desk looks like a great place to POOP. I'll do it behind this couch so no one sees it for a while. If I get in trouble I'll blame it on that guy with the white plastic fur and shiny fangs. He doesn't look like he's housebroken. OH, look! A garden with roses! I'm going to go digging! Hooray! Here come the human puppies, maybe they can help! We're going to be best friends! Until they start fighting over who I like better. Yay!"

There, amidst all the important (read: depressing) news stories of the day, a happy photo and sophomorically cute paragraph to bring a smile to my face. Of course, that lasted until I remembered how disappointed I am that the Obamas went through a breeder and not a shelter. Shame on them.