Who needs the Secret Service or even a Cabinet for that matter, when our next Prez has the comfort and guidance of her friend and neighbor, our illustrious Mo? All the wisdom garnered from chasing deer, barking at shadows, chewing on table legs...no resource in D.C. could whisper better and more effective hints to the gal at the top. Of course, the wearin' of the black may have to be curtailed somewhat once Hillary is in the Oval Office, because an excess of Mo-hair on her jackets and skirts might not go over well with the paparazzi. If Mo could change his color scheme he would, but alas... it's just not feasible. Perhaps a power leash or collar might be de rigeur.
Mo does not have fur; he has long white hair, similar to the boomer rock stars Edgar Winter or Leon Russell. This distinction is important, since it's heinously uncool for anyone to sport fur these days. Mo often worries that some I-have-no-life PETA fanatic might dump a bucket of red paint on him one day while he's snorfing down the street.
Josh H. made a point of lecturing Mo on the best reasons for keeping his hair to a minimum. Josh thinks that shaving his chest helps retain that "please take care of me," boyish demeanor that drives the ladies to distraction. Mo, on the other paw, thinks shaving his chest would be outright silly, and might leave him looking like some diseased Cane Nudo just up from meh-hee-canno. No thank you, Josh. The gals like Mo just the way he is, and that's a well-proven fact. This pup can't meander 10 steps through the Village or down Literary Walk in Central Park without a crowd of sweeties wanting to hug and nuzzle him (which they do!).
Does Mo even think his tozes are roses? The question begs for detailed and thorough research. I don't presume to understand the deep inner workings of Mo, but something tells me the truth will erupt like Japanese commuters from the metro under Tokyo.
If you think the origin of Mo's Toze is an enigma, keep in mind that Mo has an excess of toze compared to your average pup. It's a scary reality.
Pay careful attention to his l'il ankles, too. Lots of secrets there as well...
Who needs the Secret Service or even a Cabinet for that matter, when our next Prez has the comfort and guidance of her friend and neighbor, our illustrious Mo? 
