Golden Brodie comforts the D’s through Roll Call in the Q

I’ll give you my take on this…from the perspective, remember this, of a golden retriever.

There I was running around on the floor of the D National Convention as delegates gathered for their official Roll Call for their Presidential Candidate. The Sand Man, the Bern, the man of the hour, sat in a seat within the Vermont delegation along with his lovely smiling wife…when will the booing stop?…booing meant for the Lady.  The Q was rocking with D national pride, while being a little on the edge.  Yeah, the edge.  The obvious and voiced disappointment, thoughts of acclamation, the waving up and down of blue Bern signs while votes were loudly cast for the Lady…yet… it was not confusing.  DO THE MOST GOOD were the signs that in many cases replaced signs for both candidates… serious tension in the hall…when would they come together for her?…

I felt I had to go into action.  You might know that I am in training for becoming a therapy dog…and therapy was in order here.  I began leaning on folks in Oklahoma.  They had a huge blue banner for the Sand Man.  They needed some comfort.  They let me lean on them.  Then I went to PA, they had no signs, they wanted me to stand with them…Rhode Island, the smallest state in the Union…they welcomed me & stroked my golden head…my four legs kept moving toward the next state to cast their votes..(good that I know the alphabet). ….by South Dakota the D Lady was the First Woman to lead a party into a presidential election…2,382…head the ticket…history was made…the folks on the floor did not know this…the numbers were not flashed to the delegates..SO where’s the close???….S…T…U…V????   Utah, the Beehive State was rocking with Bern signs…V… now I am in the Vermont territory and they pass..that’s the close!!! I stick with The Green Mountain State and lean on these folks..and they stroke me…I see little tears in the sides of their eyes…the Sand Man & his lovely wife…now move to a special spot…an emotional spot…and I noticed a chit bag on the floor by his side??? Wyoming the last, and then…26 votes for Vermont…fighters of the political revolution…changing the trajectory of the government…beloved Sand Man…The Bern stood up and rocked the room…He moved to suspend the rules…gave all the votes to the Lady and unity at last…unity at last…but don’t you know that bag of chits somehow ended up in his back pocket…as he walked through the cheering crowd.

Congratulations to the Lady who won the nomination. History was made…and this election will live on in honor for all.

Source: Google
What does it mean to call in a chit?
Call in one’s chits. Chit refers to a favour or record of a sum due on someone. It may refer to some offer or oath made in earnest earlier. So when someone is calling in their chits then they are asking the other person for the repayment of the dues or fulfilment of the oath taken. Usage.


Golden Brodie Dogs it to Philadelphia for Ice Cream

Well, welcome one and all to the great city of Philadelphia, PA…to the home of the Hoagie, the Pork and the Philly Cheese Steak sandwiches…you name it sandwiches!…  These folks in the City of Brotherly Love, the 5th largest populous city in the USA is packed with D Party members, voters sitting on the fence, Super-delegates (some possibly in disguises), and the Bern people who came with support for the lady and some of the Bern people who are prepared to be an irritant to the Lady and to her newly announced running mate, Mr. K.  Those two folks are definitely going to have sand in their pants and perhaps all of the sandwich eaters gathered in the Wells Fargo Center will catch this…and sandy pants my friends is not only uncomfortable, but if sand is left tooooo long, an ugly rash could surely appear raising its ugly head…band-aids please.  But what does that have to do with ice cream?

There were whispers and little rumblings that Ben Cohen, yes the Ben of Ben & Jerry’s…yes the Vermont ice cream guy is attending the D convention.  That my friends is why I dogged it to “The Keystone State”.

See… B&J in the past have created a special designer ice cream for people that they admire and/or wanted to celebrate.  There was the “Cherry Garcia” created for Jerry Garcia”; “Whirled Peace” created for John Lennon; and “Yes, Pecan,”to celebrate the inaugural of the 44th President of the United States.

So, I’m on a mission to find Ben and lick his ears and give him the golden retriever lean and persuade him to make an ice cream that honors all dogs.

There is not one person who has mentioned dogs in these political speeches…and I have been listening. So, my hope is that Ben will decide to make “Peach Paws Swirl”.  Luscious, and made to honor all dogs in this world…all dogs that have no vote…all dogs that rely on humans…all dogs that suffer needlessly…and all dogs that have great lives and lastly all dogs that jumped the Rainbow Bridge.  If Ben decides to take up my golden idea…then next comes “Purrrfect”, vanilla, with tiny bits of chocolate shaped like fish.  I adore cats.  Where are you Ben?