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Ashamed as I am to admit it, I actually clicked on a piece about the First Puppy. Seems he's all hyper and stuff, chewing tootsies and waking folks up in the middle of the night. But here's the line that activated my pomposity meter: "The president and I came out and we thought somebody was out there."
"The President"? Not Barack or Barry or my husband? The President?
Michelle: Back away from the Kool-Aid. I'll cover you.