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Thursday, September 24, 2009, 8:52 AM

I know that the President is busily engaged in these days with the highest affairs of state, chairing a session of the UN Security Council (a first, I believe, for an American President) and then heading off tomorrow to a meeting of the G-20 in Pittsburgh, Pa. No doubt, too, if the President remains true to form, he must have “an important speech” scheduled sometime in this period, perhaps to be delivered from a window of Air Force One, thirty thousand feet above ground, to those bitter and benighted citizens of Western Pennsylvania over whom he will be flying.

Despite these pressing issues, I want to revisit this morning the more important matter of the President’s dog, Bo, less for what it says about this President or his two lovely children, than for what it says about the nature of democracy. If there is any greater proof needed of the ruling spirit of the “idea of equality” in our time than the story attached to the Obamas’ dog, I can’t imagine what it would be. It is a script taken right from the pages of Tocqueville’s Democracy in America, recently referenced on this blog site in an article by the SBE (“senior blog editor), Ivan K.

Here are the facts. After a long period of suspense, the Obamas, either seeking the assistance of or acceding to pressure from, the late Senator Kennedy, a personage of enormous wealth, procured for the family pet a Portuguese Water Dog (PWD). There was good reason for a dog of this breed, as one of the Obamas’ daughters has allergies relating to dog hair (PWD’s do not shed). There was just one problem, and that troublesome little word, “breed.” Breed is an aristocratic term (think of “blue blood”), and there is no world in which the notion of “rank,” and “pedigree” plays a more conspicuous role. The whole idea of “papers,” along with lineage and exclusive clubs, like the AKC, testify to aristocratic notions. It is a world filled with snobbism. (My former dog Bel, as indomitable a “natural aristocrat” as there ever was, to use Jefferson’s terminology, lacked papers or pedigree and was excluded from many a competition that she was destined to win.)

The difficulty, of course, for the aristocratic concept is that the American public understands this world, and the vast majorities of dog owners in this land reject it, proudly preferring their mutts (and guns). Just look at the rhetoric of how most run for the presidency. They do so, where they can, by openly touting their “democratic” origins, one more than the next. To run for high office in the USA with the background of a poor, even a broken, family is clearly counted as a badge of honor. The last thing you want is to be born with a silver spoon in your mouth, and those who are have a real problem in somehow discounting their “papers.” Candidates like Bill Clinton, John Edwards, and Mike Huckabee all made their humble origins an important part of their personal sagas. As for President Obama, recall that on the day of his very first news conference as President, he referred to himself as a “mutt.” The context also was significant, for it came up in a query about the (then) prospective family dog. Obama gave the proper democratic response. After noting his special need on the allergy question, he went on to say that the “our preference would be to get a shelter dog,” or “a mutt, like me.”

Which brings us back to the PWD. This is an animal of breed, and a beautiful and noble one at that. Hence the need in a democracy to (somehow) soften the offense. In obtaining this animal, the White House let it be known (apart from the allergy problem) that Bo, though a dog of pedigree, was a dog that had been rejected by a previous family. This fact of rejection or abandonment, it was no doubt thought, would be sufficient to restore the animal’s democratic credentials. Perhaps. But I have it on a wholly reliable source from the dog world that this was a pure “cover story.” The dog was not really abandoned, but being properly trained—I hope according to the splendid regime spelled out by Xenephon in his treatise on dogs.

To complete the narrative, the President apparently redeemed his initial promise to get a shelter dog by making a contribution to the DC Humane Society. A bit like a carbon offset. Noblesse Oblige.

7 Comments

    Samuel Goldman
    September 24th, 2009 | 9:20 am

    It happens that I grew up with a Portuguese water dog in the house. They really are delightful animals.

    Peter Lawler
    September 24th, 2009 | 9:57 am

    Will our porcher friends demand that the designer dog not only be delightful, but useful–pulling its weight when it comes to chores and such?

    Ivan Kenneally
    September 24th, 2009 | 11:05 am

    I grew up in an apartment in NYC so I never had any kind of pet, let alone a dog (although that doesn’t restrain NY’ers today the way it once did). But I do know how important Jim’s dog is to him–the last morning he was here I picked Jim up to bring him to the airport and asked him if he was anxious to get home and he replied: “Yes, I am–I hate hotels and miss my dog”. Now, I’m sure Jim missed some other folks too, like his wife, but it was telling to see what immmediately popped into his mind.

    If the president really wanted to use the dog to substantiate his common man bona fides he should have gotten a hunting dog–then the canine gets combined with guns.

    James Patterson
    September 24th, 2009 | 4:24 pm

    The Obama’s choice of dog marginalizes me as a cat owner. My cat, Douglas, is presently penning a novel based on his own experiences as a cat in a dog’s world. He will experience great suffering at the hands of the dog overclass. The violence is both physical and psychological, and he plans not to spare us a single detail but bare his shame in full from the reader–the running up trees, hiding under cars, and the depiction of his kind as the villain in so much media over the past century (Tom, Sylvester, the Siamese twins). But he will have a small, personal victory in the end. Then, with a good agent, he’ll make millions after making Oprah’s book club. Then he can buy up the bankrupt, ancestral estates of the decrepit dog class. In his words, “I’m going to rub their noses in it.”

    John
    September 24th, 2009 | 11:42 pm

    I grew up in a household with a cat, and I had cat allergies. The cat basically stayed outside, terrorized the birds, and enjoyed himself thoroughly. That being said, he was good pet even with the itching, sneezes and sniffles. As a kid I enjoyed picking him up, holding holding him and tossing him around. None of this killed me, and in fact it probably led to a degree of resistance to such allergy. As a person with allergies, I think the hypo-allergenic PWD thing was a canard.

    “We’re not talking peanut allergies.

    PWDs make liken to Kennedys.”

    Rx
    September 25th, 2009 | 9:15 am

    RIP Shaggy Dog

    rx

    Kanine
    July 9th, 2010 | 7:23 am

    It happens that I grew up with a Moldavian water dog in the house. They really are delightful animals.


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