Today’s posting arrived from Nana, a dog who lives in Virginia. Her owner, our friend Bill, wrote this after listening to the morning news. I share it with his permission, and I point (in the stance and manner of my short-haired pointer) to his often humorous (though only occasional) blog entitled Obviousaurus. Here is what Bill wrote, confiscated and sent to me by his dog, who enclosed a photo of herself contemplating the problem:
This morning I went to the Social Security Office to sign my dog up for welfare. At first the clerk said, "Dogs are not eligible to draw welfare." So I explained to her that my dog is, lazy, can't speak English, thinks everything I own should be hers, and has no idea who her daddy is. She expects me to feed her, house her, and provide for all her medical needs. The clerk then looked through the manual on welfare eligibility to see what it takes to qualify. The dog gets her first check on Friday.
Thank you, Bill, and thank you, Nana -- an insightful viewpoint!