It's only mid-afternoon, and I've already done my civic duty

I awoke early this a.m. (see yesterday's post) and was featured on many a neighborhood security camera as I wandered around Kent WA knocking on suburban doors beseeching voters to support a woman named Darcy Burner.

Stunningly, the script that our union handed us did not mention the fact that Darcy Burner is simply a much better name than Dave Riechart... It seems to me that if you're not sure which person to send to Congress at this late date, you don't care about vetrans' benefits, minimum wage, or medicare. You are the person in the wine aisle looking for the mauve label with a stylized icon of a bunny and a shoe on it. You are the person who buys the album because the folks in the picture are pretty. You are the person who should vote for Darcy Burner.

The only other notable thing we encountered was a six-inch tall statue of a pug in a window next to a door. It was not a trompe l'oise statue that I may somehow have mistaken for the real deal, in part because of the small hole carved in it's throat, and of course the fact that it was only 6 inches tall. As Rebecca and I rang the bell and waited, we realized that it housed a motion sensor and that it barked at us as we shuffled around peering in their window. To my mind, the hard-wired "barking at the doorbell" instinct is the most annoying part of dogginess, and these people had a dog that didn't do anything else! Because I believed that the people were probably hiding in their three car garage pretending not to be home, I shifted from one foot to the other a few times, forcing little fido to bark a few times more before we checked the "rotten interior decorator" box on our form and moved on.