The blue dog democrats are out in the yard and barking and chasing cars. We don't know much about Washington politics. It's all we can do to fetch sticks and bedroom slippers. Don't wear collars or tags. Pat us on the head and we'll bite your fingers off. We're blue dog democrats who believe in the U.S. Constitution. Woof.
We vote in the congress and senate, wag our tails and sniff houseplants. It's not easy being a blue dog democrat. Politics is a tough game. Take that collapse of the economy.
We growled. We turned around in circles. We wagged our tails. Took a nap. But it didn't go away. So we buried it in the backyard under the birdbath.
Don't try and put no leashes around our necks. We're not your pets. We're your elected representatives. Got to snarl at them foreign governments who steal our secrets. Once we bit this chinese guy for just opening the gate.
There are no good elections. We howl in our districts for better campaigns. Sometimes we get a dog biscuit. Sometimes not. The last time we caught a rabbit it was this republican who didn't understand Euro dollars. The hunt took several years. We got winded.
Finally we treed him in Vermont. Blue dog democrats will fight over the last scrap. If they smell a bone, they'll find it. And bury it in Washington, D.C.
Woof.
