Jerry Brown lives in my hood and a few months ago Romeo greeted him in an outdoor patio where he regularly has coffee with his wife. He was nice, petting Romeo and telling me about how he used to have Golden Retrievers and when they died.

Side note: for some reason, anyone I pass on the street who has ever had a Golden--and I mean ANYONE--insists on first asking me his age, then telling me how old THEIR Golden was when he died. Apparently they want to ensure that I know my dog will definitely die one day and the clock is ticking. It's just a bizarre and extremely inappropriate thing that everyone does, and Jerry was no exception.

Anyway, I just saw Jerry again across the street from my house, and Romeo ran onto the patio to greet him like they were long lost friends. I love that Romeo is the great social equalizer.

I think Jerry knows I support him but I had just seen Whitman's latest ad and when I saw him I literally had to bite my lip to not blurt out "Uh oh... hide your wallet..." because at the time I thought that would have been so freakin hilarious.

Upon reflection, I'm glad I kept quiet. I was on my third glass of wine.

Oh well - petting my dog may be the equivalent of kissing babies during an election, but I like that Jerry's so accessible AND he's a dog person.

Meg Whitman on the other hand, is a whore.

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