Joey’s Take: Beholden to …

Last time I checked, it was the voters who elected people to Congress and the White House. It was not Nancy Pelosi, Barack Obama, Harry Reid or even Michael Steele. Our senators, representatives and president are not elected by a party, an agenda or special interest groups. They are elected by the people to represent the people and do the will of the people.

Yet, the POR Trio would have you believe the prime directive for a Democratic rep or senator is to blindly and unquestioningly fall in line with the trio’s agenda. Afterall, that’s what they were elected to do. Right?

Anyone who’s surprised by this tune wasn’t listening closely during the 2008 campaign. Obama summed up his view of a politician’s role in a speech that played to rave reviews in Iowa and helped him clinch the Iowa caucuses. “That’s why telling the American people what we think they want to hear instead of telling the American people what they need to hear just won’t do,” he said. While his words rang with rhythm and rhetoric, their true meaning was lost in the thunderous applause. No one questioned who would be the arbiter of what the American people NEED to hear.

Other fact-check failures from the campaign trail are coming back to bite the nation. As Game Change reminds us, the basic principles that shaped Obama’s campaign were a.) Americans were tired of divisiveness – they wanted a unifier; b.) they wanted an end to partisanship; and c.) they wanted leaders who would say no to special interests. Obama the candidate rode this rhetoric of change all the way to the White House. And yet, according to Washington Post vote tallies for the last Congress, his record in the Senate showed he was one of the most partisan, divisive voices there – coming in right behind Joe Biden. And his links to special interests ran deep.

Since the election, all we’ve heard from the POR Trio is strident partisanship as they demand that all reps and senators ignore the wishes of their constituents, who are too ignorant to know what’s good for them, and bow to the bidding of the all-knowing Democratic leadership and the special interests that fund their message.

This November, we need to show the POR Trio what change is all about. And in the meantime, remind your senators and representatives who they really answer to.

I’m Joey, and I want to bring real change to Washington.

Joey's Take -- Get a Life

I am proud that one of me is living in the White House. It's quite a rise for a breed that didn't make it to the U.S. until the 1970s and that was only recently recognized by the American Kennel Club.

But the other day, I was struck by the liability of having a Portuguese water dog as First Dog. Since most people don't know a lot about my breed, they may judge me based on what they hear about Bo. So when Bo offered the White House press corps a photo op a week or so ago, I was all eyes.

The photo op went like this: Bo's two handlers -- these were paid dog staff and not Michelle, the president or the girls -- had Bo out on the White House lawn. He was immediately surrounded by a gaggle of media (or is it a herd?), all squatting on the ground pointing cameras at him. Intrigued by the mic attached to a TV camera that was coming in close on him, Bo started playing tug-of-war -- a favorite Portie game -- with the mic sock. Trouble is, Bo lost. Yes, he's just a puppie, but give me a break. How hard is it to strip a mic sock from an inanimate camera?

After getting over the embarrassment reflected on my breed, I started thinking about this photo op thing. When Barney was First Dog, he always appeared with the president or Laura -- not hired handlers. Then I remembered -- this president promised to create thousands of jobs in D.C. Expanding the White House staff is one way to keep that promise.

My next thought was about all these "news" crews willing to step in dog poo to get a few shots of -- a dog. Yes, Bo is cute. All Porties are. But come on, he's a dog. On a lawn. Get a life!

I don't need to know what kind of dog food he eats. Who makes his collars. What his favorite treat is. If he has a favorite toy. How many times a day he relieves himself. Knowing that about Bo wouldn't make me any cooler than I already am. And it sure isn't going to change the way I live.

Joey's Take -- Obedience School

You know, I haven't seen Bo since the first week he moved into the White House. I'm figuring the president told him he had to get his book written this year or else ...

Or maybe the president sent Bo to obedience school. We can't have anyone running around out of control in the Beltway!

Speaking of which, I bet the president wishes he could get a muzzle for Joe Biden. Also on his wish list would be a shock collar -- wait, would that be considered torture? -- or at least obedience classes for some of the political animals in Congress. They just aren't doing what he wants them to do when he wants them to do it. They really need to be White House-broken.

It's bad enough that the Republicans aren't playing nice, but the Democrats should know better. According to pack behavior, they're supposed to follow the top dog.

Ah, but there's the rub. Just who IS the top dog?

While a number drink the president's water, I'm sure some of those congressional Democrats would wag their tails and point to Pelosi. Others might lick up to Reid or the show dogs from kennels backed by rich special interests. And in the Republican pack, a few are still sniffing around McCain while others are going in circles around Limbaugh, Romney, Gingrich or anyone else who tries to smell like a leader.

What all the political animals in D.C. need to remember -- President Obama included -- is that they are on a leash controlled by the American people. And that leash can be yanked, or shortened, at any time.

If you want to join my fan club, you can e-mail me at JoeyPortie@gmail.com or become a Facebook friend -- just look for Joey Serebrov.

Joey Unleashed

First, I want to say how proud I am to have a Portie as First Dog. Although we've been around for nearly 1,000 years, we've only recently been recognized by the American Kennel Club. So Bo moving into the White House is quite an accomplishment for all of us Porties.

Secondly, I want to set the record straight. While Bo and the Kennedy Porties are bluebloods, most of us are red-blooded working dogs. Throughout the centuries, we've had to earn our keep -- as herders, hunters, fishing dogs, retrievers, messengers, babysitters and protectors of the realm. No handouts for us. We work hard for our room and board.

My advice to Bo?

• Don't let the stardom go to your head. Be yourself.
• Avoid flyby photo flops.
• Don't chew on your mom's $540 Lanvin sneakers. They may be "just shoes," but they could pay to keep a family of four well fed for a month.
• Get in tight with those two cute people pups. That way when your family moves out of the White House, you won't end up like Socks Clinton. It had to find another home and another family when it was no longer needed as a presidential accessory.
• Don't dig too deeply in the White House lawn. You never know what bones are buried there.
• Remember that being First Dog doesn't mean you're Top Dog. Or that you're right.
• But most importantly, be there for your family. There are going to be times when they will really need you.

Dialogue With a Dog

When Joey, our Portuguese water dog, heard that one of Sen. Kennedy's Porties was going to write a book a few years ago, he took over the office chair and begged me to let him write the Republican response.

"You? What do you know about Republicans? Or Democrats?"

"We may look like fou fou dogs, but Porties are the smartest thing on four legs," he barked. "And I'm a red-blooded pitbull when it comes to politics."

When Joey heard a Portie was moving into the White House, he barked a little louder, strutted a little more and wagged his tail a little harder. But then this week he heard Bo was going to write a book. There's been no living with him since.

"If that inexperienced pup who's still wet behind the ears thinks he's got something to say after just one month in the White House, then it's time for the howl of experience to be heard," Joey told me.

"What would you write about?"

"Hey, I've been around the block a few times. I've peed on my share of bushes, and I've marked a lot of real estate," he bragged. "I've lived through two presidential elections and Asa Hutchinson's gubernatorial campaign. Believe me, I've got things to say." Joey looked up at me with his soulful round eyes. He really knows how to use that look.

"OK, I'll give you a trial run," I told him. "I'll let you write the blog once in awhile."

Joey stood on his hind legs, put his front paws on my shoulders and licked me joyfully. "You won't regret it," he told me. (He always has to have the last word.)

So tomorrow, it's Joey -- unleashed.