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.
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.
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.
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!
Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington, D.C., United States
I am your White House dog, and I have written my first rhyming story for you to read. It's from my very personal diary.
I'm proud of it. At least 10 percent of the profits from the $3.99 we receive for the audio book go to children's and animal charities, including CARE and the World Wildlife Foundation.
In addition to White House Dog Tales, you can read my thoughts in my blog! I really hope you enjoy it!