Almost two years ago, we lost Dempsey, The Greatest Dog Who Ever Lived. It took approximately 700 days to even consider opening our hearts and our home to another diggity. Last November (after the election!), we started talking with Brigitte at VT Dog Rescue about the possibility of rescuing a puppy, post-snowboarding season. Late last month we received an email that 17 pups—including a fluffy shepherd-y mix (or so he appeared from his "headshot")—would be arriving in Vermont, from Mobile, Alabama. The fluffy shepherd-y mix was Yoda, and he had kind eyes, like Dempsey. He was young enough (12 weeks), it seemed, that he probably wouldn't want to eat our cats. So three weeks ago, Jon and I drove to the police station in Hinesburg to meet Yoda, to bring him home.
Two days later, we paid off our children (10 bucks each) to rename him Biden—actually, Yo Biden. (You see what we did there?) We had no illusions that Yo Biden would the only canine Biden pup; we expected that, like us, others—perhaps many others—might attempt to replace the joy and kindness and smarts and charm that vacated the White House with the VEEP by adopting a dog and naming him after The Greatest United States Vice President Who Ever Lived. What I didn't expect was that another Biden dog would get to meet Joe, and this run-in would allegedly break the Internet.
I'm not bitter. I'm happy for this dog. Plus, I firmly believe that we all need to open our hearts to the love and joy and kindness and smarts and charm that these diggity Bidens represent. I'm just saying that I think Joe Biden has more in common with Yo Biden than he does with this namesake Golden Retriever puppy he hugged this week.
Yo Biden rocks aviators.
This guy's future's so bright, he's gotta wear shades. In the house. At night.
He's a fervent supporter of Scranton, Pennsylvania.
Look at him holding on tight to this rad Electric City shirt (designed by Scranton artist Valerie Kiser). He won't let go. And for what it's worth, that smiley lady holding him (i.e., me) is from another blue-collar Pennsylvania town on the Western side of the state. It's called Bessemer.
He drinks from this cup.
He loves me, and you, and you, like Joe loves Barack. He also loves Joe. And Barack. And his Aunt Katie, who bought this cup.
He roots for the Delaware Blue Hens!
Like this guy holding him, he's a big fan of the Blue Hens. (Note: I requested that this University of Delaware alum go find his college track singlet and put it on for an epic picture but he refused, saying it is in a box in the basement and Logan just primed the basement stairs so he can't. #excuses #heslying.)
He's a rescue. And a shepherd. Of a sort. We think.
Or maybe not. But he looks like a shepherd and he's definitely a rescue. Joe Biden and his family rescued a German Shepherd named Champ. Dudes are tight. One day they played so hard that Joe Biden got a bruise, and the media went wild.
Let's let's get Yoey B., and Joey B. together. I think they'd both really dig it.