As soon as I heard about Mitt transporting his dog for long distances on the roof of the family car, I concluded that he’s not the man for me. No one that mistreats an animal is worthy to run America.
Some will argue that it happened a quarter of a century ago — but he still defends it today, so it is current.
It probably sounds like a silly litmus test to some — but I believe that one’s treatment of dumb animals reveals their true makeup.
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Our First Dog - Seamus (by Ann Romney on the Five Brothers Blog)
Mitt and I love our dogs. Seamus was our first--an Irish setter. When I wasn't at home, Mitt let him sleep on the bed. And usually when he was riding in the car, his head was out the window. Seamus lived to a ripe old age, basking in the affection of a large family.
Surprise, surprise, the media didn't get the dog story right. Our dog Seamus rode in an ENCLOSED kennel, not in the open air. And he loved it. Every time he saw it, he jumped up on the tailgate, walked in, and lay down. It was just like the kennel he curled up in at home.
We are a dog family. Casey was our Bichon, McKenzie our Golden, and Marley our Weimaraner. Marley had 8 puppies, which Mitt delivered all night for her one summer.
When she died last year, she was in Mitt and our arms, and we all cried. Yes, we love our dogs.
Now horses, that's my love too. Mitt rides them--I love them. But that's another blog.
http://fivebrothers.mittromney.com/