February 02, 2013
"A Fierce Armadillo Hunter"
Barney the White House Terrier, that dashing countermeasures expert who (when not decapitating reporters, helping Teh Shrub shred the Bill of Rights, or digging up the bones of brave truth-to-powerers from betwixt the Latin Ladies in the Rose Garden) was widely suspected of masterminding U.S. black ops in the Global War Against Man Caused Disasters, has gone to a better place at the ripe old age of 12:
Barney and I enjoyed the outdoors. He loved to accompany me when I fished for bass at the ranch. He was a fierce armadillo hunter. At Camp David, his favorite activity was chasing golf balls on the chipping green. Barney guarded the South Lawn entrance of the White House as if he were a Secret Service agent. He wandered the halls of the West Wing looking for treats from his many friends. He starred in Barney Cam and gave the American people Christmas tours of the White House. Barney greeted Queens, Heads of State, and Prime Ministers. He was always polite and never jumped in their laps. Barney was by my side during our eight years in the White House. He never discussed politics and was always a faithful friend. Laura and I will miss our pal.
During the Bu$Hitler years, Barney was a frequent subject of our unique brand of editorial inanity.
No more will we experience the thrill of BarneyCam. We shared a distant and all-too-brief bark once. It was a magic moment, frozen in time for all eternity and now, cherished as a reminder of the evanescence of all good things.
Our deepest condolences to the Bush family. Nous sommes désolé.
Posted by Cassandra at February 2, 2013 10:10 AM
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Dogs are made of love.
Posted by: Cass at February 2, 2013 10:53 AM