I’d Rather Vote for A Yellow Dog Than . . .

I am proud to say that I am a “Yellow Dog Democrat.” Someone recently once asked what that meant, and I have to admit, allying myself with a “Yellow Dog” does have its negative connotations, especially if you are an aficionado of old western movies as I am. But when I explained it to her the meaning was clear.

So the question then becomes this: what particular yellow dog would I vote for if there was only a Republican on the ballot? And up until this week's visit to Morro Bay, California, the Albertson’s market parking lot there, to be specific, I didn’t have an answer.

But now I do.

This, in my humble opinion, is the coolest yellow dog on the entire planet.