US Presidential Elections - Mitt Romney

Dog On A Car says, "it's a lifestyle."

If you like Michael Vick and Judi Giuliani, I'm sure you'll be crazy for the anal-retentive schedule master, Mitt Romney! Granted, Mitt's not as bad as the other two, but I'm just a little worried about his decision making process. Even Chris Wallace from FOX News asks, "What were you thinking?"

Anyway, more dog tails from the presidential trail.


Romney's Cruel Canine Vacation

The incident: dog excrement found on the roof and windows of the Romney station wagon. How it got there: Romney strapped a dog carrier — with the family dog Seamus, an Irish Setter, in it — to the roof of the family station wagon for a twelve hour drive from Boston to Ontario, which the family apparently completed, despite Seamus's rather visceral protest.

Journeys of a shared life

Before beginning the drive, Mitt Romney put Seamus, the family's hulking Irish setter, in a dog carrier and attached it to the station wagon's roof rack. He'd built a windshield for the carrier, to make the ride more comfortable for the dog.

Then Romney put his boys on notice: He would be making predetermined stops for gas, and that was it.

As the oldest son, Tagg Romney commandeered the way-back of the wagon, keeping his eyes fixed out the rear window, where he glimpsed the first sign of trouble. ''Dad!'' he yelled. ''Gross!'' A brown liquid was dripping down the back window, payback from an Irish setter who'd been riding on the roof in the wind for hours.

As the rest of the boys joined in the howls of disgust, Romney coolly pulled off the highway and into a service station. There, he borrowed a hose, washed down Seamus and the car, then hopped back onto the highway. It was a tiny preview of a trait he would grow famous for in business: emotion-free crisis management.

And it offered his sons a rare unplanned stop.

Mitt Romney puts his dog on car roof



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I'm just a dog lover. Oh, and BTW, I have been feeding the feral cats in my yard, leftover dog food, since the recent loss of Vagabondblogger Doggie.