Sometimes my dad refers to me as a liberal dog. He says that because I sleep all day, rely on him to walk, excersize, and play with me. Then I eat all of my food and beg him to share his food with me because I have none and he is so “rich” “filthy rich” and has SO much and I have none. After I have finished mine he should be nice and share!
Sometimes he calls me a conservative dog because I am heartless and I do things like bear hunts. I enjoy ripping the stuffing out of other animals, arrgh. Also I get to ride in the back seat of the car like a some sort of silver spoon big wig with a chauffeur, ahhh the good life.
But Me, I think I am moderate because I like both and am mostly somewhere in the middle. Most of the time I am apolitical as long as the donkeys and the elephants don’t screw things up.
Life Lesson: In the end Peter Townsend, Roger Daltrey and the Who were right. “Meet the new boss…same as the old boss”.