Presidential Dreams

Just a quick note about one hell of a presidential dream last night.

Arne and I were in a big four-wheel drive vehicle when he took it full-speed through the fence around the Bush Ranch in Texas.

I think he might have said, "Let's go in." I think I might have said, "How are we going to do that?" just as we crashed through the electrical wire.

The landscape was lovely and barren, sort of rocky high-desert. And we tooled around for a while in the car until we came up near a bit of a compound. Getting out and poking around seemed like the best thing to do, but as you might expect, if They didn't know we were on the grounds from the moment we trampled the fence, They knew by the time we were walking on elevated pathways towards a rambling southwest stucco house. When They caught up with us, we'd caught up with a sweet dog - just a bit of a mangy pup. Arne had the bright idea for us to believe that we were dogs enough for Them to believe we were dogs for a moment too. All we had to do was put away all our fear and Be a dog for a short bit. So we did.

Three in a row: mangy dog, Arne as long-haired black mutt, and me as almost-pup-am-I-going-to-get-caught?! We filed through the 5 or 6 Them men and made our escape. And wasn't it fun to be a puppy for a moment!

In the next installment, we'll all find out:

Did we ever get fully free of the Bush Ranch? Were we constantly pursued like dogs across the desert by lackeys of our President? Were there doors and curtains to choose, but no way to know which to step through?

Truthfully, I wish I could tell you that my next installment would answer all the burning questions, but really we'll just have to hold on for January 20th and see what happens then. Will we ever get free again?