Woof! This has been a memorable day. In the morning my master and mistress walked out on to the South Lawn with the Bidens, aides and staff and stood on the lawn like statues for a minute or two while photographers photographed. I couldn't believe my luck. The subjects couldn't look down, so I could move freely among them. I lifted my leg and let go with a couple of territory-marking squirts on my master's suit leg and on Joe Biden who, when the silence ended, declared: "Hey, Barack, about Kerry's Syria plan being your idea. Don't piss on my leg and tell me it's raining." Wooof!