As the sun peacefully rose over the city, Abe dashed outside to stretch his puppy bones and play in the only place he was allowed - the South Lawn.
Abe was not your ordinary pet. His family was not your ordinary family. Their home was not your ordinary home.
You see, Abe - an American Foxhound - held the title First Dog. His human mom was the First Lady and his human dad was the President of the United States. Their home was the White House.
Of course, Abe did not know how important his family meant to the country. He only knew what any other pup knew - meal time, play time, and nap time.
Abe was forever a rascal when trying to play in the Rose Garden. His dad was forever chasing him out to prepare for a news conference.
Today was a special day for Abe, his family, and the country - today was the Fourth of July. In a city filled with change, one constant remained - celebrating the United States of America at her finest...despite historical flaws.
After the President addressed the nation ahead of the formal party bashes, George - as Abe knew him - settled in with his wife, young children, and trusty Abe to a delicious meal and admiring spectacular fireworks on television.
It's good to be First Dog.
