â€œItâ€™s like a little yappy dog?â€ Obama asked Walters, foolishly ignoring his wifeâ€™s advice not to criticize.
â€œIt, like, sits in your lap and things?â€ queried the skeptical president-elect.
Michelle, still trying to save her husband from himself, pronounced the dog â€œcute.â€
Barack wasnâ€™t buying it. â€œIt sounds kind of like aâ€¦a girly dog,â€ he said, at which point his wife pointed out, â€œWeâ€™re girls. We have a house full of girls.â€
Except for the, well, Top Dog, who forthwith issued an executive order. â€œWeâ€™re gonna have a big, rambunctious dog.â€