Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Meet Lola From Madrid

Donna Mei-Ling Park and Harold were in Madrid on business recently. Near the Prado (they tell me that's a place with cool, old paintings), they met Lola. 

Isn't Lola cool?

Lola's younger than I am. It's good to be older and wiser. Sometimes.

Friday, May 1, 2009

The First Lady Dishes About Me

Well, I just don't know what to think. The First Lady told all about me at a press conference last week. 

She said that I like to chew on peoples' shoes. Well, who wouldn't? Leather is so tasty, almost like a bone to a dog.

She also said that I woke up the president one night with a bang. Both the President and the First Lady believed that there was a burglar in the house. (Like the Secrete Service wouldn't get to an intruder first.) 

A little fearful, they tip-toed to investigate. 

But it was just me. The White House is full of things that go bump in the night. And I had to investigate. At first, I thought it was a ghost. But it really was that mouse from my story, White House Dog Tales. 

The mouse was carrying a thick piece of cheddar cheese above its head. And I ran after it because I wanted some, too. Because that's how I roll. I'm just a puppy, you know.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Woof! One Writer Says I Need A Dog Pal

Well, I just don't know. Mark Patinkin at the Providence Journal says I need another dog as a pal. He says that I'm a pure bred and I need a friend who isn't.  

He suggests that we adopt JJ The Pound Mutt. That's cool. But JJ doesn't seem, well, all that trained. He sleeps in bed on his owner's pillow and he climbs into the driver's seat of a car, and he's hard to move out of the driver's seat. 

Still, I'm happy to meet JJ, who seems to be a fine looking canine (see him in the left hand corner?).  We could run around on the White House lawn - as long as he stays away from the Victory Garden.  He could meet my friends, the turtle and the mouse, too. 

They're in my White House Dog Tales story for kids. You should check it out because I'm proud of it.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Woof! Gore Verbinski's Bioshock

So this guy Harold Goldberg helped me write my White House Dog Tales poem.

He writes a lot about video games, and I like them, too, as you can see in my story when Mario and Luigi appear.

Anyway, Harold came over and whispered to me that Gore Verbinski is telling his pals that his version of Bioshock may be his best movie yet. That's a big statement since the director made those Pirates of the Caribbean movies.

Gore, reports Harold, is telling people he knows that "I really want to scare people with this movie. I want a kid to go to the movie and say to his friends, 'Whatever you do, don't go see that movie. It's too scary.'"

I don't like to be scared. I'm too young. But Harold loves horror.

Rhyming Away.

I feel like rhyming this morning.
Sometimes I bark without warning.
It doesn't mean I don't admire you.
It might mean I want to hire you
To make a glass dog bowl at Corning.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Bo Runs Like The Wind!

Man, there were a lot of people there yesterday as I was introduced.

It made me want to run wild like the wind (as you'll see in this clip below).

I also licked and smelled a few hands and generally woofed it up.

As the President said, "He's a good looking dog." I won't argue with that. They're a good looking family, too. Woof!

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Bo Knows White House!

Woof! It's Bo here, woofing your way.

Today's the big day, bigger than a juicy slice of bacon.

I'll be introduced to you, the American Citizen. There'll be lots of press; I'm not even sure what they are yet. But I'm told they have cameras. Even though I'm only six months old, people have already taken many pictures of me. I guess it's OK. I'm just a dog, though. I don't understand all the commotion.

I'm really glad to be with the Obamas, even though I won't be announced until today. And I really wanted to be at that Easter Egg Roll yesterday. I wanted to hear the President read Where The Wild Things Are - because I'm a little wild, too, being just six months old and all. 

That's me in a photo by Pete Souza. I don't know what they put on me, though: too many colors!

I have a story, too. It rhymes with the tenor of the times. No hard sell, though. I will say it will make you laugh and there's a mystery, too. See you at The White House! Woof!

You can get my story by pressing this button.