Bo's Burden

What would my grandmother make of the fact that, today, five of her six grandchildren are dog owners? That we live in a sea of dog hairs, and that if you find one in your soup, I will shrug and say "Never mind, you'll live." What would my husband's grandmother say if she knew that our very large dog sleeps between us every night? Is there a sociologist out there measuring the Americanization of Jews by counting dogs in their households--and on their beds?

Will the Obamas, too, succumb to the siren song of Bo? It's hard to think not. We've already seen the follow-on pics of them beginning to frolic with him. I'm imagining the next photograph: a family splayed out in the garden, getting covered with his kisses.

Rachel Abrams is a writer in Virginia.