doesn't mean we don't care.

From the WhiteHouse web site

A Story about Spotty by Spotty
One day my owners put me on a plane and took me to a huge white house with many rooms to explore. As I searched the house looking for tennis balls and bones, I was surprised at how familiar the place smelled. It was as if I had been there before.

I nudged my owner, President Bush, on the ankle and he said to me, "Well, Spotty, how does it feel to be living again in the same house where you were born?"

Then it all made dog sense. This big house is the White House, the place where I was born on March 17, 1989. My mother, Millie, took care of me and my brothers and sisters before President Bush and First Lady Laura Bush took me to their house in Texas.

Today, my owner lives in this house, and he has a new name. My favorite name for him is "Dubya," but everyone calls him "Mr. President." I just call him my best pal. Don't miss my very own White House tour. It's a real treat!

R.I.P. Spot

Born: March 17, 1989 at the White House

2/21/04

http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&u=/ap/20040221/ap_on_go_pr_wh/bushes_dog_dies_1