Election Week’s Coming

Man, am I fortunate to be a dog in Chicago.  Why, you ask?  Because it means I can VOTE, of course!  Early and often, as the saying goes – and, for you uninitiated outside of this great bastion of big-D democracy, this right will continue to accrue well after I’ve started chasing rabbits in the sky…

As I’ve mentioned before, I can’t read, so actually casting a ballot might be at least a technical challenge.  Maybe, if I’m lucky, one of those nice purple-shirted people that always seem to be hanging around polling places can help.  I’m sure it would be no trouble – I bet they’d even be willing to vote FOR me, in a pinch.  They’re so nice…

My only regret is that I won’t get a chance to vote for Mayor Daley, or that nice governor fellow with the hair...  At least I’ll likely live long enough to see the Olympics come here in 2016, so I’ve got that going for me, which is nice.

Keep Hope and Change Alive, or something like that.  I’ll be the one with the blue (well, bluetick) paw up in the air on Tuesday…

Arf.