Jenna Bush said, "What a cute dog," and then left with a woman whom I'm guessing was her agent. By the time the whole thing fully registered in my brain, they were crossing the street.
Dude, I told you it would turn out not to be an awesome story.
Jenna (the dog) comments:
My dad is so lame. There we are, one of the First Daughters is standing right there, we've got a perfect intro -- all he had to do was yell "Jenna, sit" or something, and at the very least it's a conversation starter. But no, dumbass locks up and there goes my chance to meet a celebrity. What a dingus.
Go away. Just go. I can't even look at you right now.