Like Truman’s holiday sweater? That was purchased by a couple of adoring fans who took him to see Santa last weekend. This dog rubs paws with politicians, dines on generous table scraps and takes grand dumps on The Mall. He sleeps in a bed more comfortable than mine and has enough toys to fill an ISO-container.
But like Fergie, Truman hasn’t forgotten his roots. His old home was a South Carolina kill shelter, where he was surrounded by other mangy mutts and a few days away from being put down when we adopted him via Lucky Dog Animal Rescue, a D.C.-area adoption organization. For the first few weeks, he was so nervous we thought he’d never get comfortable in our house. Now, he falls into coma-like sleeps covered by flannel blankets in our warm living room. The other morning, as Truman jumped off a bed he knows shouldn’t be on, “Glamorous” seemed like a good choice for this week’s Hump Day Song.