No, I didn't see the President. My owner was interested in seeing him, but he didn't realize that tickets had gone on-sale to see the speech at UVM. And here's the part that I don't understand: when Phish announces a new tour or when Ben Harper tickets went on sale for next October's show at the Flynn, the first person to know is my human! So how can he be so clueless when the leader of the free world comes to our town?
After the tickets sold out, Mark planned his Friday to include his usual early morning old-men's hockey session and then a 15-mile run immediately after. He chose South Burlington as the site of the run; maybe he'd at least get a glimpse of Air Force One -- if he couldn't see the President, at least that it would be cool to see his airplane. Well, you know what happened? He didn't even bring me on the run! Silly excuses like he didn't want to come home after hockey to get me or that they don't want me running more than 13 miles at a time! Ridiculous! These people are running 26 miles and more and they're not even the best athletes in the family -- I am!
Anyway, the Presidential airplane didn't arrive until the afternoon (long after Mark had arrived home), so nobody saw any Presidents or presidential aircraft. Instead the whole family went for a hike in the woods of Duxbury -- and we all had a great time.
Your friend, Oscar
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