Woof! I have several reasons for compiling this record of my life at the seat of U.S. power: Firstly, because I get a unique view of the White House, because no-one gives a rat's ass if I'm in the room or not. Secondly, because I was given such an unflattering name by my adoptive family -- B.O. for heaven's sake. Why didn't they just do the job properly and call me Armpit? Woof! They didn't even let me have a swim at the beach yesterday... what part of Portuguese WATERdog do they not undestand? One, after my rough ride up here in an Osprey, a helicopter that thinks it's a plane. We went to Valerie Jarrett's place last night for dinner and I'm still throwing up fragments of the chicken bones that Sasha and Malia passed to me under the dining table while the adults were discussing the creeping socialization of America, which apparently resumes tomorrow. ObamaCare won't be covering pets. Lucky for me!