Bark Obama's Bulletin: Doped up
Woof! Here we go again. My master is stressed as usual, and feels an urgent need to smoke dope, so Sunny and I are called outside by my master to pretend to chase after a Frisbee while he surreptitiously inhales a joint taken from his supply in a secret compartment in Resolute Desk. My master doesn't seem too pleased with what he says are "those damned scientists who change their minds about global warming faster than we can legislate, or even make executive orders..." Whatever that means. Woof! Woooohooo...
Woof! Here we go again. My master is stressed as usual, and feels an urgent need to smoke dope, so Sunny and I are called outside by my master to pretend to chase after a Frisbee while he surreptitiously inhales a joint taken from his supply in a secret compartment in Resolute Desk. My master doesn't seem too pleased with what he says are "those damned scientists who change their minds about global warming faster than we can legislate, or even make executive orders..." Whatever that means. Woof! Woooohooo...
