"I was there in Jack Kennedy's office that day. Everything was in an uproar. I was then feet from Kennedy's desk as Pierre Salinger ran around the office taking messages and issuing orders while the President sat looking awfully worried. There was talk about the Russian fleet coming in and our fleet blocking them off. It looked like war. Out of the blue, Kennedy suddenly called for Charlie to be brought to his office.

After petting Charlie, his Welsh terrier, the president relaxed, returned Charlie to the kennel keeper, and said, 'I suppose that it's time to make some decisions.'" ~ Traphes Bryant, White House kennel keeper, describing events in the Oval Office during the Cuban missile crisis.

"My advice to any diplomat who wants to have good press is to have two or three kids and a dog." ~ Carl Rowan

"He knew what people thought of his kind; 'High Strung, 'Spoiled Rotten,' 'French.'

But in the next twenty-four hours, he's going to change all that....

He's SMALL.
He's BLACK.
He's MAD AS HELL.
He's POODLE with a MOHAWK.

You'll never call him Fifi again."

~ Lynda Barry