Well…if you wanted to… you could do the same! Being honest… I virtually ran through the living quarters of the first family on the second floor of the White House…I’m just obsessed with the transition of power…and the move-in…move-out of the “House of the People”. So, I ran through that second floor like a golden streak, sniffing every corner and checking for crumbs. Don’t miss this slice of history that I dug up for you…as we approach the 58th Presidential Inaugural.
My favorite retriever…canine moments were on the “Grand Staircase”…when I was ripping and tearing…skittering on those marvelously carpeted marble steps…I was in awe of the impressive list of folks that have taken those stairs. I took pause…ok… little golden humor :).
Meow! Yes, that is where this is going. My golden retriever whiskers want you to read some feline facts about cats who lived in The White House...beginning with Thomas Jefferson all…the way through to George W. Bush. I personally enjoyed learning that “Once, during a winter visit to General Grant’s headquarters, Lincoln rescued three half-frozen kittens from a Civil War battlefield telegraph hut. He tucked them in his coat and brought them back to the White House to join Tabby before finding a good home for them.” Tabby was Tad’s cat, Lincoln’s son.
Just think…rescuing animals has been going on since people have cared. Now…now that is a hopeful ending. Meow and peace peeps.
Passing notes…an age old no…no…in the classroom. Students know this. But then..talking now…do they pass paper notes these days or do they text each other…ok…so now teachers set ground rules for…No cell phones allowed in the classroom..or put your cell phone in the basket by the door as you enter and pick it up on your way out…if said teacher sees a phone in students hand during class…it becomes the “teacher’s phone” through the remainder of the day…and so it goes. Well, presidents have been passing notes beginning with George Washington for many reasons…becoming a tradition.
My golden self really likes the note that President Ronald Reagan scribbled for George H.W. Bush… “Don’t let the turkeys get you down.” …left it in the Oval Office desk for “W” to find. Ha! But then, Ronnie had no idea that he was starting a tradition…a ritual…a practice…an institution…a praxis between the exiting president and the coming in president.
The notes are rather secretive…they’re personal. But…I wonder if they ever consider mentioning the dog…you know maybe…something simple like…The dog had a blast. He’ll really miss the Secret Service walks and filing up the official White House Poop bags. Paws Up!
My golden dog sled is ready to take me to the official lighting of the National Christmas Tree on the South Lawn (the backyard) of the White House on Thursday, December 1. But wait, how did this 94-year-old tradition get its start?
When our 30th President, Calvin Coolidge, along with his family, celebrated their first Christmas in the White House…they decided to have a tree for all of the people. So, on December 24, 1923, the first official National Outdoor Christmas Tree was lite.
This event has evolved into a huge televised celebration with entertainment and something for every peep that continues throughout the holiday season. For instance, The National Hanukkah Menorah Lighting Ceremony will take place on Sunday, December 25, 2016, 4 p.m.
I’ll close with some words to the wise. Trees inside can blow a dog’s mind… we become challenged to maintain our cool with the tree and decorations and all…so think about how to help us do the right thing...help us avoid watching the sad clean ups and pet shame…we want a happy and calm time. I’m just saying…Here comes the season to be jolly (and wise about the four legs in your home.)
It’s time for giving thanks…using a grateful heart…remembering the good…continuing to seek the kindhearted deeds.
So, I’m wanting to reach back into the rich history of our great American struggle and thank Dolley Madison, First Lady to our 4th President of the United States, James Madison.
During the War of 1812, the British invaded Washington DC and set fire to the White House and the Capitol. President Madison knew of this planned assault, leaving post-haste, to lead his troops…leaving Dolley to evacuate to safety. She refused to leave without the bold and standing portrait of George Washington, painted by Gilbert Stuart. She had the frame busted and broken in order to free the treasured piece of art, rolled the canvas up and at last fled for safety. Word has it that she left in such haste, that her dinner was still on the dining room table…the British rolled in… ate her food and then burnt down the house.
A heart-felt thanks to Mrs. Madison for preserving this masterpiece for us all. Go visit this Lansdowne painting that hangs majestically in the National Portrait Galley in Washington, DC. Be sure to give a golden thank you to Dolley while giving thanks that Great Britain and the United States are true allies and good friends.
Never happened in the written or recorded history of The White House…brewing beer inside the walls of the residence of the POTUS. You gotta read this…an adventure paid for by President Obama…involving bees and honey…hops…and more. Seems this Honey Beer is really tasty. Go on take the tour!