I’m
all about celebrity sightings. My friend Audrey has many of them under her
belt. Even my fella, who cares not for these things, saw Rob Lowe in Malibu
last year. Me, on the other hand? Weird Al Yakovic, the silly song guy from the
80s. My one and only celebrity sighting. Until this weekend, when we were in
Washington D.C. and met the capital’s biggest luminary… Bo, the presidential
dog.
As
we were walking into the White House,
Bo was walking out of it. Our
dog-loving family was beyond thrilled. We got to pet the presidential dog, who is a lot fluffier and better smelling
than our dog at home.
Then we
got to go across the street to the White House gift shop and buy every Bo
souvenir ever made. So at our house there’s a new level of interest in today’s
election… Will Bo stay or will Bo go? Vote, people, vote. This is not a political message. It doesn't matter to guru girl which candidate you go with, but how can you not be a part of Bo’s
story?
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