Tales of Wit and Charm…

My singing & dancing Bill Clinton doll lives atop my fridge, next to Daisy’s treat jar. The only time Bill dances these days is when I’m getting Daisy a treat and bump him.

The other day someone was over and pushed the button to see the song & dance routine. Daisy, who was asleep upstairs, nearly tumbled down the stairs rushing to get down. She sat in the kitchen and begged and begged until she was rewarded with a treat. My democrat minded pug doesn’t need a bell to stimulate conditioned response. She needs a Clinton –preferably Bill, as Hillary doesn’t seem like much of a dancer.