When Petey met Rummy

This past weekend, as we're all too painfully aware, was the White House Correspondents Dinner. I find it a truly mock-worthy event with lots of intrigue about who gets to sit at what table. Although I did love seeing Wanda Sykes take on Rush and Hannity... and, the aftermath of gasps and outrage from Washington's "elite."

But even with the "elite" in our neighborhood last Saturday night, Petey had a schedule to keep as well. We headed out for his late night walk, and as we turned on to Connecticut Avenue, we literally bumped into Donald Rumsfeld and his wife (no, Petey didn't bite him). I used to see Mrs. Rumsfeld walking her dog occasionally when I was walking Boomer. Last night, she noticed I had a new dog. (Her dog died at the end of last year.) Petey is a love. Unlike me, he has no qualms about showing love to anyone across the political spectrum (fortunately for the Rumsfelds, dogs don't get the torture thing). And, he showed the Rumsfelds some love. Being friendly to my dog is the one way to make me act nice.

After we left the Rumsfelds, Petey bounded right up to his next victim, Ana Marie Cox (who looked fabulous, btw), who was also walking up Connecticut Avenue. She quickly found Petey's sweet spot (scratching behind his ears.) Petey loved Ana Marie Cox.

Washington is a funny town sometimes. You literally can bump into anyone anywhere. Boomer had an encounter with Obama one morning, and last summer we got stopped by Secret Service once because Biden was across the street. (Boomer made his displeasure known to the Secret Service agents... no one, and he didn't care who, was going to interfere with his routine.)

Petey quickly got back to his old routine, after his brush with greatness (and evil). Celebrities and political affiliations don't mean much to him.