A Special Hello

To our new friend, Wester Dictionarydog over at Facebook. He sent us a lovely message in dog the other day: "Woof" it said. Sometimes Dog is very concise.

Here at Campaign Central, we're still mulling over the whole vice-president situation. We would appreciate any insight you have.

Also, we thought we'd mention the press reaction to Ms Clinton's victory in New Hampshire. They all feel it was very much to do with her recent show of tears and emotion. I'd like to take this opportunity remind everyone I pretty much wear my heart on my sleeve. My tail is an excellent indicator of my mood, and after several tens of thousands of years, dogs faces have come to communicate human expression as well. We smile for instance, and you can see me do that in the previously-posted picture above. I can also "do" foam-flying joy (in cars, typically), sheepish, guilty, angry, and as basset, I specialize in solemn, sad, and (as is often the case with Mister Sir) "My dignity, sir, you abuse it."

So remember, if you like genuine emotion, remember -- Poochles is the real thing. And not Coke, whatever they tell you.

Ham in the form of a tasty Ham Biscuit to you,
Sebastian K. Poochles

The Other Option

Here we have Jackson Ferlin-Husky. I met Jackson during my recent campaigning in the Pacific Northwest. Although his family is originally from further North (somewhere in the Alaskan interior, I believe, but I am not certain of any specific location), Jackson has spent most of his adult life in Seattle.

He first approached me as I was looking up at the Space Needle. "Mr Poochles? It *is* Sebastian K. Poochles?" He had all manner of ideas to Improve the Environment and we discussed this for some time. I gave him reasonable assurances that they would be included in my platform.

Since that time, he has remained in close contact with me, always offering his support. He has become very familiar with AB policy, and seems a most zealous supporter.

Jackson went to the University of Washington and majored in Forestry and Environmental Science. After he graduated, he worked co-ordinating several grassroots political organizations. He enjoys water sports.

He wishes very much for people to know he is not a hippy. I have personally seen evidence of his regular bathing, and have never smelled patchouli on his person.

May your hams lead you to virtue,

Sebastian K Poochles

Some thoughts...

With the South Carolina primary fast approaching, I've been giving serious thought to my choice of Vice Presidential co-runner. My first thought was to approach my close ex-associate Ms Daisy
Basset. But then I remember she likes to bite my butt. While I'm sure this pleases her, it does not send the message of solid union I wish to inspire. Also, she's kind of old. I think a younger dog is what's needed, to connect with the Youth of Today, with their iPods and texting and such. After much searching, I've narrowed it down to two promising youngsters.

I'll introduce the first today. This is Pupward J. Puppington, known to his close associates (such as myself) as Pups. He is a yellow Labrador Retriever from just south of Birmingham, Al. He's done some remarkable work for the Anti-Bunny Party in the South.

We met a few months ago through Sir Bassetly Stinkerton (MRCSH), whom you may recall as a leading light of the Tripartite Basset Commission. "Poochles," he said, looking over his little half-moon glasses and tamping his pipe, "Get to know Pups. He's going places. Places like you."

So I made it my business to learn as much as I could. He went through the public schools in his home town. He ran the Young Anti-Bunny Club at Princeton, where he majored in Political Science and Fetch. He graduated Magna Cum Cane and was soon elected to as a Representative from Alabama. He was later voted their junior Senator. He also has a reputation as a Lady's Retriever, but I cannot substantiate this. He says he is still looking for the Right Dog.

So there you have him, Mr "Pups" Puppington. Please, inquire if you have further questions on his CV.

Tomorrow, we will introduce Jackson Ferlin-Husky.

More Questions for Mr Poochles

Well, as promised, I'm answering some of the questions people have posed to me
recently. Remember, if you have questions, just leave a comment or email me at sebastian.k.poochles@gmail.com .

This was our latest question, from one Harley J. Chesterfield, of Peterborough, Mass.:

Q:Mr Poochles, I noticed that you're currently reading The Federalist Papers. Had you been an active Basset politician at that time, would you have been a Federalist or an Anti-Federalist?

A: Well, sir, I think it's a little premature for me to say right now. I haven't finished The Federalist, and I may well want to read The Anti-Federalist Papers. However, I tend to incline towards more centralized powers; I find Hamilton's reasoning that de-centralized states tend more to petty wars and Jay's argument that they are less capable to deal with faction convincing.
Also, all that small-holding farming and peaceable agrarianism of the Anti-Federalists sounds a lot like Enlightenment Hippy Talk. And we know what I think of hippies.

Mrs. Janice Dubouis of Walla Walla, Washington writes:

Q: Sebastian, who is your favorite Roloff family member?

A: I am a big fan of Little People, Big World! You see, as a Little Dog myself, I can sympathize with many of the problems Little People face, and I'm glad to see Little Dogs or Little People generating such positivity.
What I do find curious about the show is how it shies away from the family's obviously deeply-held religious beliefs. I'm no fan of teh Jesuses, but I don't think it's something to hide.
That said, I think Molly is my favorite.

....Mister Sir, hush. That one kid should not do porn, whatever you say.
Oops. Sometimes Mister Sir says things, and I have to tell him to belt up.

Mr Christopher Marley of Enid, OK asks:

Q: Do you think Oklahoma is OK?

A: I have heard nothing to despoil my high opinion of that state. Firstly, there's a swell musical called that, that I can only assume is an accurate representation of everyday life there, and that makes it seem pretty swell.
Secondly, Miss Sarah Vowell comes from there, so that's definitely a plus. I once hung around Chelsea trying to meet her (and is getting there a problem!), but somebody got mad when I peed on some flowers in the Flower Market.

Ms Bunny Lapin of Biloxi, Miss. asks:

Q: Can you describe your Anti-Bunny sentiments again?

A: Fear not, Ms Lapin, it is only the little furry rodents that bear the brunt of the ABP's anger. You see, we were first started several years ago in Australia, where the Bun Menace is at its highest. The bunnies there team so much that they eat all the food, and cause the soil to erode away. Also, the funky, dangerous things that are supposed to abound Down Under don't get enough ha... food. I understand that the accounts for even more maimings and death than usual there.
Since then, the ABP had actively pursued Bunny elimination around the world: chiefly through education, but also through extermination. Man, abstinence-based education does not work for rabbits. We also police borders so that not only bunnies but jack-rabbits and hares do not infiltrate non-bunny environments. We also advocate serving bunny at meals. To date, almost 3 and a half people are alive in China because of our Bunnies for Cheap Nikes program.

I don't know where Sebastian Fairen LeSage the first comes from, but here's the comment he left for us:

Q: Dear Mr. Sebastian...
My Lady has a very soft heart when it comes to those of our kind and she has rescued 2 of those little rat/chahuahua dogs...
At first I was devastated that she would bring them into my home, but as I watched the wretched little things, all abused and such, I found my heart melted somewhat....
I finally sniffed each ones butt in welcome and they were so overjoyed they became my "guarddogs"...Ain't that funny...
I am a big Rotweiller/Cocker Spaniel male...(Yes...I am of hybred persuasion and proud of it!)...
I weigh in at a whopping 103#...
So you can see how delicious it is for these 2 tiny sentries to hold guard while I sleep...
I highly recomend security like this to any high ranking dog of power...
Will see you at the polls...
Wishing you juicy hams and sausages...
Sebastian Fairen LeSage the first...

A: My first response is: Rotweiler/Cocker Spaniel? That's kind of funky. Your father must have been very ambitious or your mother very limber. And accommodating.
But what you say is interesting. I can see how little yappy dogs could be very good security. They're just not very good conversationalists. I'll have to contact my close associate Nikki the Miniature Dachshund for some contacts. I'd ask her, but she's 14. A spry 14, but still, she does get confused sometimes. I thank you for your wish of sausages. I am a fan of those, too.

I want to remind everyone that the South Carolina primary is coming up, and no-one from South Carolina has visited. To my knowledge, anyway. Remember to write in "Poochles Is My President!" on the ballots there!

May your hams be low in nitrite contents!

Sebastian K. Poochles.

I'm Back, Sirs.

Hello there, sirs and lady-sirs. How are you?

Me? I'm doing better than ever. I just woke up from an extended nap. You see, I was talking to Mister Sir sometime ago. He told me presidential candidates can never rest. I thought that was terrible. I decided to do some hibernating, so I could save up my energy and be a rip-roaring Campaigning Machine.

But it turned out Mister Sir was kind of slack. Each time he tried to wake me up, I growled. And that made him run away like a big pansy. Just because I took a big hunk out his face on two separate instances, I suppose.
So maybe that's understandable. But that's why I missed out on the Iowa and New Hampshire caucuses. Cauci? Caucoi? Caucophim?

Oh. It is Caucuses. That's kind of boring. Maybe it should be Caucux? No? Well fine.

So now I'm back. And it's about time.

[Mister Sir says that that was Doctor Who, a decade ago.]

So now I'm back. And it's about ham.

[Mister Sir now says I should focus on my goals.]

So now I'm back. And it's about you.

Yes, you, and how much better your life will be with me as your president. Now, in the past few months, we've gotten lots of questions from all over the world. We'll be addressing those tomorrow and over the next few days. Feel free, of course, to send in any questions you might have. and we'll try to answer them.

May your Hams Be Festively Plump!

--Sebastian K. Poochles

A New Web-Thing

Mister Sir keeps telling me I need to be more web-active -- hence my facebook entry.
I also decided to use this neat map-thingy deal. Since we get visitors from all over the world, I thought it'd be nice to visually track that.
Please click on the link to your right and leave a pin in the place where you live. You can also leave a friendly message.

In other news, I sent a email letter to the fine folks at The Chap looking for support. I think even the quickest perusal of the site will show why I'm in such support of their efforts.

Hams and scones to you.

Networking, Sirs

Today I was convinced to join Facebook by Mister Sir.


Help Get Things Moving and become my friend:

http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=761071583 .

I await the cascade of friends!