There is No Bureau of Dogs

Something ought to be done," The President says, "They're much too unorganized.The way they take long licks of their balls one moment then try to scrub you with their tongues the next.Disgusting!"The President sets a precedent, builds a doghouse on First Avenue, ten stories, a bright red fire hydrant.On opening day, he shows up dressed in a dalmatian suit."First order of business: what the hell are they putting in kibble?"President Dog asks.He gets no answer.His ears flop in resignation.None of the dogs show up to work.