As a black and tan raccoon hound, I’m more than familiar with crotch sniffing, rolling in dead things and peeing on flowers. With you as my running mate, we exceed the qualifications of those in Congress. I scratch your back…well, you know the rest. Make America Housebroken Again!
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Award winning journalist, dog rescuer, husband, dad. If we met at Woodstock, I apologize for memory lapses.
