Presidential pets are almost as much a tradition as living in the White House, present company excluded of course. Here's something I didn't learn in American History.
Praise the Lord and pass the (non-Pepperidge Farm) goldfish.
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
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