Petey, The Republican

Earlier this evening there was a knock on our front door.  John answered.  I heard the exchange of men's voices, a "no thanks" from John and a pleasant farewell by the young man at the door.  I couldn't understand anything else to know what the exchange was actually about.

I automatically assumed a young college man was selling something door to door working his way through school.  I thought perhaps we could have purchased something from the industrious fellow.

I asked John what he was selling.  John told me that he was not selling anything but collecting funds for the democratic party.  The second he heard that, Petey launched himself off the couch with great fury, like he used to do when someone knocked on the door.  We went to great lengths to keep people from knocking on the door to avoid scenes such as this.

Petey puffed his fur up to its greatest volume to make himself as ferocious as possible.  He barked and growled as he scurried around the living room looking for any trace of that intruder like he was going to rip his head off.  Petey was completely calm and quiet up until that point, so we can only assume that he's a republican.  We didn't know dogs held political beliefs.