I am so glad the Obama kids have decided to call their new dog Bo.
Bo was my Irish great-grandfather’s nickname. He was a hero in World War One. He received the Victoria Cross for valour “in the face of the enemy” which probably meant he told some devastatingly bad jokes to a few Germans and forced them to surrender.
He was infamous as an incorrigible teller of egregiously unfunny gags, rendering mute anyone who encountered him – not from trying to breathe through tears of laughter, but from confusion and tedium. It has been said by certain family members that I take after him in this regard but – and I am not joking when I say this – it is a complete fallacy.
Something else that endears the new Obama dog to me is the fact that he looks a lot like Audrey, what with his glorious abundance of black hair and his sad eyes. He does not have a long white beard like she does, however, something that holds him back slightly in the canine perfection stakes. (Audrey just told me that.)
In fact, when I pointed out to her the fact that he resembled her quite a lot, she remained unimpressed and looked at me stoically as if to say: ‘Whatever.’
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