"Hey, sweetie, will you help me comb through this list of White House dog applicants?" said the president-elect to his wife.
"Sure, dear. Oh, this one looks good. An English Mastiff. They can get up to 200 pounds."
"On our credit? Come on."
"Who said anything about credit? He can beg in 27 languages."
"Oh! Hey! There's our dog! We might even get a post for him at the Federal Reserve. who trained him?"
"General Motors, sweetie," said Michelle, still fiddling with the thick document. "But there's more. Ford is talking about a modest Fox Terrier with lifetime gas card, Chrysler's pushing a Cocker Spaniel with a rebate -- on 3 million shares of stock!"
Obama felt a headache coming. He put his hand to his forehead. "Can't we skip those three?"
"Got a Greyhound. No perks, but real cheap. Lots to choose from. Trained in China."