Enjoy some fun fictional stories starring some actual Presidential Pets!
Episode 1 – Meeting The First Dog
There are many in this world who don’t understand the importance of the bond between human and animal. They look at these four legged friends, these winged beasts – they look at the creatures that slither, scamper, and slide – and they scoff, they shy away.
But there are others, a vast majority, who understand that there is more.
Animals are of a greater importance than anyone could understand. From the start to the end, they have been at our side…and they have watched out for us.
The year is 1922 and the White House is operating at a smooth pace. President Warren G. Harding is in his second year as Commander In Chief, and the world is still buzzing over the Versailles Treaty. Reporters frequently can be seen gathering in the streets outside of the White House, vying for a glimpse of the family that live inside.
We are not, however, following the President, nor his wife. We are following a different member of his family; a smaller member, but one that is no less brave, and no less important.
Laddie Boy, the Airedale Terrier, is a force to be reckoned with. He walks through the halls with his head up and his tail high, ears perked forward at all times to try and catch wind of his next job – or even better, his next adventure.
Today, he has slipped away from both his caretaker and Florence Harding. Nails click clack against the tile as he walks. Laddie Boy passes by a few nameless workers, with positions that he neither knows nor cares about. He slips through the halls and various rooms, until coming across a place at the very back of the White House.
There’s a stone vase sitting next to the open door. Laddie Boy nudges the side of the vase. His wet nose leaves a dark smear over the pale stone. Then he trots into the seldom used sitting room. One wall is devoted entirely to a book shelf, piled up with novels and tomes that haven’t been opened in many years.
Several large, plush chairs have been pushed against the opposing wall. Laddie Boy trots over to the chairs. He jumps up onto the one on the left, turns around in a circle, and then hops back down.
A dog bed sits in the corner of the room. It’s not as plush as the chairs but still of the best quality. Laddie Boy trots over to it, nudging the edge with his nose. “Come on! Can’t you all tell that I’m in here? I need to speak with someone!”
There’s no answer.
Just as he’s about to give up and leave, the air starts to spark and buzz. It makes Laddie Boy’s heart beat a little faster. Borderline gleeful, Laddie Boy’s head snaps up. He spins around just in time to see a doggie door appear in the wall under the window. The sleek silver is ringed by a pale blue light. The same light appears around the golden collar that Laddie Boy wears.
“Yes,” he cheers. “They heard me! Let’s get today moving along.”
(Katelynn E Koontz – Author)
Episode 2 – Getting The First Job
The Presidential Pets, as they call themselves, meet on both the first day of the month and the last day of the month. They cross through time and space itself to get in touch with each other, making sure that their respective homes are kept in order and that the humans don’t get too out of line.
Laddie Boy has always taken pride in the title, considering it one of the most important tasks that an animal could have. That’s why he’s eager to walk over to the doggie door. The air around it is cold as winter, and the blue glow that surrounds it seems blinding. He has to close his eyes when he ducks down his head, stepping through the hatch.
It doesn’t let out into the White House.
At least, not into the same White House that Laddie Boy has left.
Instead, the doggie door opens up into what is known as the Room. Some say that the place itself is sentient, that it understands various tongues and can respond, at times, in ways that don’t revolve around the vocal cord.
It’s a legend that Laddie Boy puts a lot of stock into. He fully believes that the Room is a sentient, living thing. How else would it change? How else would it know exactly what the animals within needed?
Right now, the doggie door lets out into a tunnel of shadows. It’s just tall enough that Laddie Boy’s folded over ears brush against the top. Every time someone passes through the tunnel, it’s a different length. The passage changes depending on what time period the Council is being held in.
Today, it must be in a time far away from Laddie Boy’s own. The tunnel seems to stretch out forever. Laddie Boy walks on, and on, and on – eventually coming across another doggie door. Instead of a ring of blue, there is a green light surrounding the silver.
This one leads into a large, circular building. The walls are completely white, a room crafted from starlight and sunshine. Every four feet, there is another door. At the moment, they all appear to be doggie doors. That isn’t always the case, of course. Just like the Room, the Door will change to allow entrance to every presidential pet, no matter their shape, breed, or species.
The floor is white as well. It clacks against Laddie Boy’s long toe nails like tile. Several plaques have been placed at various points in the room, each one depicting a different name. There’s only one other animal in the room; a stunning Greyhound that sits behind a plague that reads Cornwallis.
His voice is stiff and ungiving when he asks, “alright, Laddie Boy. What did you need this time?”
“There’s something wrong in the White House,” says Laddie Boy. “One of the aid’s, I think she’s taken something. But I need to know that I’m correct, before I do anything. Can you tell me anything about it, Cornwallis?”
The greyhound gives a very put upon sigh. He stands up, all long legs and short fur. “Ask Dixie. She should be here soon.”
(Katelynn E Koontz – Author)