I listen to the news on a daily basis, paying particular attention to the presidential candidates… where they campaign…what they say…what their doctors say…what issues are beginning hammered on any given day…what is the mantra, the speak…who has their mojo working.  Lately, the speak dances steadily around “the flip-flop.”  Each candidate owns beaucoup (I’m practicing my french.) flip-flops, yet neither candidate acknowledges having flip-flops.  Well, allow me to tell you about my golden experience on this one.

When I was a young pup, learning my way…training, messing up…messing around…I had experiences with flip-flops.  My birth month is May, so being a golden pup my first summer posed many challenges.  Learning to hydrate… dealing with the summer heat…staying in the shade…keeping my mouth shut in deep water… waiting on and watching my people…avoiding hot car situations and keeping my self-destructive chewing at a minimum.  One of my biggest slip-ups involved the flip-flop.  I had this thing about chewing them up…screwing them up…tearing them up…and then hiding the leavings…very cheesy behavior that I had to over-come…and I’m not proud of this. Flip-flopping got me into big trouble…

So…these “want to be” POTUS candidates hopefully understand about what’s at stake when they make a reversal of their position, …when they volte-face (French practice again)…I’ll offer that it’s politics…it’s called blowing with the wind…going for the vote…working the polls…calling in the chit…  Alas, the flip-flop is here to stay…get over it…and continue listening carefully during these last 70 plus days until election day.